![]() Mom would say five sentences and Dad would answer with a single word. I heard them argue, always the same pattern. I lay back on the chair across from him and pretended to fall asleep. "You overcame adversity." Mom looked at him suspiciously, but he went on stringing together a confused speech about adversity. That night he spoke, though: "This is a good thing," he told me. Maybe he just closed his eyes and received the present with calm or resignation. But maybe he didn't really think about anything. Sometimes I think he spent all his time just sitting there, thinking. You were the ones who went a different way, I thought, but I didn't say it.ĭad watched quietly from the armchair. "You went a different way," my mother said later, angry, her eyes still swollen. That I knew how to get home and they didn't. They kept looking for me, desperate, but I thought that they were lost. I was scared, but I immediately found the way home and got there before they did. ![]() ![]() ![]() I got distracted, and all of a sudden I couldn't see my parents anymore. ![]()
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