I somehow mixed up story 1 with story 2 and conjured contrasting visions of my parents, lovable and inspiring, and then hideous and loathsome. Maybe the primal scream doesn’t come merely from the trauma but from the incomprehension of how a beloved person can be both.
I somehow mixed up story 1 with story 2 and conjured contrasting visions of my parents, lovable and inspiring, and then hideous and loathsome. Maybe the primal scream doesn’t come merely from the trauma but from the incomprehension of how a beloved person can be both.