Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
There were sharp hidden hardnesses in him. But these were not for us. He was dangerous as mother had said. But not to us as father too had said. And he was no longer a stranger. He was a man like father in whom a boy could believe in the simple knowing that what was beyond comprehension was still clean and solid and right.