Father Quotes by Margaret Haddix

Margaret Haddix

Oh, Myr,” he chokes out. “I hate having to ask this of you…” He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it’s too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow. “You know I’d do anything for you and Hil,” she says. I like her voice. It’s throaty and rich. “You’d do anything?” my father repeats numbly. “Even now? After -?” “Even now,” the woman says firmly.

Dark

Father

Hate

Margaret Haddix

That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father – burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin – doesn’t seem to belong on it.

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Porch

Stoops

Margaret Haddix

The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can’t go on pretending she isn’t crying.

Father

Mother

Silence

Margaret Haddix

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father’s crying. I’ve had no time to harden my heart against him.

Father

Mother

Pain

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Father Quotes by Margaret Haddix

That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father – burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin – doesn’t seem to belong on it.

The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can’t go on pretending she isn’t crying.

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father’s crying. I’ve had no time to harden my heart against him.

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