February 14th, 2016

I was 5 years old when I learned the meaning of empathy. My father was crying on the living room couch after a long fight with my mother.

“Why are you crying?” I asked, expecting a response rooted in failed attempts of love and marriage.

He replied, “I am crying for you and your sister.”

Now I understand.

 

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