I Am My Father's Twisted Masterpiece
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I picked up a brush at four, and for the past ten years, the back of my hand has often been split open by a wooden ruler. My father says, "Poor kids can only rely on perfection to change their fate." But who understands? I’ve long forgotten the joy of drawing—all that’s left is the sting of needles pricking my fingertips, the suffocation of being tied to a chair to practice my posture.
Then that d...
Then that d...