When grandmother passed away, father grew reticent. And I was okay with it, since he abandoned his routine of scolding me for lacking masculinity. Since he stopped tickling me and calling me girl-crazy if I laughed. Since he didn\u2019t condemn every tear that fell from my face, spewing the same toxic rhetoric of how I needed to emotionally withdraw and appear similar to a parapet wrapped in black derma, to protect everyone around me, just like him. When I thought I would cry most, I felt nothing.<\/p>\n
Weeks passed, and he still hadn\u2019t spoken. He didn\u2019t leave his bedroom unless to cook or work. His girlfriend advised me to console him, but I had no idea what that meant. \u201cHe needs someone to be there for him, a source of solace,\u201d she stressed.<\/p>\n
I reasoned, Shouldn\u2019t that be you too? There\u2019s no way he\u2019s saddened. If anything, he\u2019s angry, afraid of exacerbating the latter sentiment.<\/em><\/p>\n Regardless, I entered the room. The eye cascades were imminent, a lump in my throat burgeoning with every passing second. I saw grandmother harboring the space around him. With only her spectral eyes, she engaged in combat with the monstrosity inside me, the entity nurtured to siphon all liquids from my pores. Sweat. Tears. Blood. Nothing could escape without censure.<\/p>\n My body felt empty, but not like before. The internal entity existed out of fear, and when it vanished, I comfortably sat upright on the bed next to father. I had almost forgotten about crying until I beheld his glossy eyes. He sustained an image of an emotional bulwark for nearly a decade, only for it to crumble due to sorrow. Witnessing this was brutal. I had to turn away.<\/p>\n We held our gazes forward. All I remember was thinking, I\u2019m not allowed to let you see me like this.<\/em> Without looking, I placed my hand on his shoulder only to feel damp blotches on his shirt. Then I broke, both of us equally invested in our assured grief. Grandmother enfolding us in a space imbued with silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “When grandmother passed away, father grew reticent. And I was okay with it, since he abandoned his routine of scolding me for lacking masculinity. Since he didn\u2019t condemn every tear that fell from my face, spewing the same toxic rhetoric of how I needed to emotionally withdraw and appear similar to a parapet wrapped in black derma, to protect everyone around me, just like him. When I thought I would cry most, I felt nothing.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":15025,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[851,361,1823,852,1824],"class_list":["post-14951","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","tag-father","tag-masculinity","tag-paternal","tag-son","tag-stoicism","writer-delvon-t-mattingly"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14951","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14951"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14951\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15043,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14951\/revisions\/15043"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15025"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14951"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14951"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14951"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}