[At least there are layered and complicated (not always flattering) family feelings all around. Of course he might have had a smattering of happy occasions with his family, perhaps in his truly younger days when he was too oblivious to know any better.
But time is an insidious thing, and Henry’s recollections are so mottled by anger and discontent that he can only conflate the idea of “family” with negative associations running deep.]
You’re not wrong.
[He sets the photo down on the table near where he’s seated, and his compulsion to speak on the matter makes itself known as he taps, gently, the image of his younger self.]
That’s me. Getting me to stand there long enough to take a photo was like pulling teeth.
[Smiling was a strain, as opposed to how easily he can wear one now.]
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But time is an insidious thing, and Henry’s recollections are so mottled by anger and discontent that he can only conflate the idea of “family” with negative associations running deep.]
You’re not wrong.
[He sets the photo down on the table near where he’s seated, and his compulsion to speak on the matter makes itself known as he taps, gently, the image of his younger self.]
That’s me. Getting me to stand there long enough to take a photo was like pulling teeth.
[Smiling was a strain, as opposed to how easily he can wear one now.]