20 Quotes by Nick Burd

Was he coming to bury the hatchet? Was there a hatchet to even be buried? For some reason I started thinking of how weird it was that I would always be his son and he would always be my father, that there was nothing that could ever change. I didn’t know whether this permanence was comforting or terrifying.

It was the first time someone had given me everything I wanted and asked for so little in return.