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An Impetuous Buffet of Loving Indulgence

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Grace and madness on a delicious journey

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An Impetuous Buffet of Loving Indulgence

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An Impetuous Buffet of Loving Indulgence | Grace and madness on a delicious journey An Impetuous Buffet of Loving Indulgence Grace and madness on a delicious journey April 2, 2014 by lostintranslation11 Never let go… Dad let go of her hand but she never let go of dad’s hand.   Humans of New York ( http://www.humansofnewyork.com ) posted this photo with the caption “Dad let go of her hand, but she never let go of Dad’s hand.” My earliest and perhaps most innocently poignant memory is of having to let go of my dad’s hand. I guess myself at around three. My mother and father were viciously arguing. My sister and I were hiding on the stairway. My heart was racing; scared of the fighting and petrified I’d get caught for sitting on those steps listening to all the loud yelling I didn’t understand and be punished for my curiosity. Two policemen showed up. They appeared larger than life and what frightened me most was the billy club each had dangling from their belt. Mena...

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