Books have always been my solace. As a child, during difficult times I could always find escape and answers to my wanderings hidden in their pages. I found today that time and distance changes little in that regard. For an Advanced Composition reading assignment, I spent most of the day reading "Song of Solomon", by Tony Morrison. There in, I found the summation of a family relationship I had until this time been unable to put into words...
"Well, the man saw this baby snake bleeding and hurt. Lying there in the dirt. And the man felt sorry for it and picked it up and put it in his basket and took it home. And he fed it and took care of it till it was big and strong. Fed it the same thing he ate. Then one day, the snake turned on him and bit him. Stuck his poison tongue right in the man's heart. ... He asked [the snake], 'What'd you do that for?' He said, 'Didn't I take good care of you? Didn't I save your life?'... Know what the snake said? Said, 'But you knew I was a snake, didn't you?'
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