"Normal to me, at five years old, was a mom who served as both parents. To me, a father was a drifter who came around occasionally and made you laugh. But who also caused your mom to cry behind closed doors when he left again unexpectedly."
I was recently talking with a friend. It was obvious to me that she was upset, and I began to see if it was something she felt like talking about. “I can tell you’re upset,” I said. “What would make you happy right now?”
