somewhereINmyVISION

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

"Barry? Barry, is this you?"
"Yes.... Who's this?"
"Yes, Barry... this is your Aunt Jane. In Nairobi. Can you hear me?"
"I'm sorry-who did you say you were?"
"Aunt Jane. listen, Barry, your father is dead. He is killed in a car accident. Hello? Can you hear me? I say, your father is dead. Barry, please call your uncle in Boston and tell him. I can't talk now, okay, Barry. I will try to call you again..."
That was all. The line cut off, and I sat on the couch, smelling eggs burn in the kitchen, staring at cracks in the plaster, trying to measure my loss.
-Barack Hussein Obama
Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance

1 Comments:

Blogger RODA 2 LIFE.... said...

nice

Sunday, December 06, 2009 3:10:00 PM  

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