I found this picture not too long ago and in some ways it sums up everything. My dad was the one who wanted us. He changed our diapers and was there when we were sick. For mom, I was a mystery and something to be kept at arms length. There is not one picture of my mom cuddling me yet in every picture my dad holds me snuggled into his chest and wanted. So this picture in some ways is all the good and bad of my parents and I accept that.
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