For an honest man with perfect eyesight, my father was a beautiful liar. He'd look at me, gangly, chin-less, awkward, 14, and then at my two slightly more becoming brothers and proclaim like a judge:
"You are my handsomest son."
Please subscribe or log in to continue reading the full article. Learn more about ST PREMIUM.
Enjoy unlimited access to ST's best work
- Read More – Source
For an honest man with perfect eyesight, my father was a beautiful liar. He'd look at me, gangly, chin-less, awkward, 14, and then at my two slightly more becoming brothers and proclaim like a judge:
"You are my handsomest son."
Please subscribe or log in to continue reading the full article. Learn more about ST PREMIUM.
Enjoy unlimited access to ST's best work
- Read More – Source