For My Father, Every Time Is Wartime
A part of me, the part trained to put my father first, thought I should allow him into my home, regardless of his threats.
Someone always has less
Come visit. I’ve thrown everything you did to me into the river. It’s over.
Prove you trust me
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If cancer and trauma are hereditary, is it not my responsibility to do everything in my power to ensure neither my children nor I have to suffer?