--Stitches by David Small
“Back at home all was the same! Dad never there except occasionally for one of mother’s dry, burned little meals, mother coiled tight inside her shell of angry, resentful silence; my brother in his, and I in mine. Of course, my silence was no longer a matter of choice.”
--Stitches by David Small
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“The fact that you now have no voice will define you from here on in, like your fingerprints, the color of your eyes, your name.”
--Stitches by David Small On the ride home from the hospital I thought: How curious! You go in one day for a supposedly harmless surgery, that surgery turns into two, when you awake the disfiguring lump in your neck is gone, but so is your thyroid gland and one of your vocal cords.”
--Stitches by David Small “Your vocal cords make the sounds of your voice, your curses and your prayers.”
--Stitches by David Small “No one can love a hospital. But those bland, functional spaces and fixtures were a part of my life. There I felt safe.”
--Stitches by David Small “They were soldiers of science, and their weapon was the x-ray. X-rays could see through clothes, skin, even metal. They were miraculous wonder rays that would cure anything.”
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