Mirroring Him

I'm left-handed, always have been. So was my mother. It's a genetically inherited trait. My father's right-handed.

My narcissistic father's explanation? A story he loved repeating. Apparently, ONCE, when I was little, I sat opposite him when he was writing something, and I took a pen and paper too. I wrote with my left hand because I was imitating him as I saw him from where I was sitting.

So, I didn't inherit my left-handedness from my mother. I learned it by mirroring him.

I used to just be annoyed when he told that story. Now its symbolic aptness gives me the creeps.