What If?
My father died just months before my second birthday. My mother never spoke about him while I was growing up, whether her choice represented a mixture of pain, protection, or shame.
My father died just months before my second birthday. My mother never spoke about him while I was growing up, whether her choice represented a mixture of pain, protection, or shame.
Saying goodbye wasn’t about when I will see them next, but if they will be okay when the doors of society reopen.