Quote by Mira Sorvino

My father taught me how to substitute realities.

My father taught me how to substitute realities.

Summary

This quote suggests that the speaker's father taught them how to escape or alter their perception of reality when faced with difficult or unpleasant situations. It implies that the speaker was taught a coping mechanism or a way to mentally shift their perspective in order to deal with challenges. The phrase "substitute realities" hints at the ability to create alternative worlds or narratives in one's mind as a means of finding solace or managing emotions.

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By Mira Sorvino

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