Our fathers were hopeless, don’t be like them

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I never saw my father. I am one of those people who will never know what it feels like to be owned by a man who, in the evening, sits on the sofa, legs on the table, glasses slanted over the bridge of the nose, reading a newspaper (actually nodding off).

However, the uncles who filled in the role were gracious, wise and did a perfect job. I will never complain. But not all fathers were like my uncles. I know many fathers who behaved like gods. Choleric men whose reign of terror in their families destroyed their children, forever.