As Father sat down at the set table, glass of wine in hand, looking around at all of the friends and some of his family sitting at the table, he said the words Judith and Max would never forget.
"Here's to the story of the broken boy who sat om the sidelines until it was finally time for him to see and understand what life was like from the dance floor."
Judith was instantly caught. Max was dumbfounded, trying to figure out who he was talking about and why he was talking about them. Judith thought he might have been referring to her favorite book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. Father raised his glass, and the rest of the people (spare the children: Judith, Max, Lily, and Reed) raised theirs as well. They spoke in unison, the dangling chandelier above casting red rays of light onto the table from the wine.
"Here's to all the broken people."
And Father sat down, got comfortable, and began his story.
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The Broken Wallflower
Ficção Geral"Here's to the story of the broken boy who sat om the sidelines until it was finally time for him to see and understand what life was like from the dance floor."
