He moved closer to me as he inquired if I was really sure this award was a way to encourage me to write further. As I thought about this, my friend, the one I met, grinned maliciously as he offered me one parting shot. Did I, he asked, remember the time the Christian Brother called me an imbecile? One day, when the silence was calling out to be broken, or so I felt, I asked the entire family what an imbecile was. Slowly, they managed to drag out of me the news that this Christian Brother, the one lured down from the hills, had called me an imbecile, not once, but many times.

Source: Irish Independent November 24, 2019 02:26 UTC