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Vitamins

Every morning

my father takes seven different vitamins

 

with the concentration

of a man repairing history manually

 

Omega-3

magnesium

vitamin D

quiet disappointment

 

He believes survival

is mostly chemical

 

Honestly

 

after the twentieth century

that seems reasonable

 

At breakfast

he reads headlines

with increasing suspicion

 

like someone checking weather reports

for signs of invasion

 

The kettle whistles

 

A neighbor starts drilling into the wall

at exactly 8:13 a.m.

 

the building continues

through pipes

through routines

through mineral supplements

 

My father swallows another capsule

 

with the exhausted dignity

of a country refusing to collapse publicly

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Written by
SandyNY
27 / M / Shanghai / New York
Published
May 2
Lines·Words
28·94
Notes

Some families inherit land. Others inherit vigilance, routines, and medically supervised optimism

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#family#fathers#eastern#european#aging#history#humor#generational#memory#contemporary
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