A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

is elder abuse dressed up as self-pity.

Others were whispers:

I did the same thing and I never said it out loud.

My mom packs a bag every day and I lie because I can’t handle her tears.

People don’t understand how impossible it is.

And then there were the debates. The ones that turned my stomach because they sounded like my own justifications.

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