Why Did I Not Become My Father?
After dinner, my sister, who is eleven years older, put a box in front of me on my last visit to Miami.
The box contained dozens of photos from my childhood. These included me as an infant, my first day of elementary school, my parents when they were single, aunts, uncles, cousins. In short, a whole life stage that I never gave much thought to once I lef…
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