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

My daughter whispered, “Are we going to end up like that?”

The question cracked me open.

I knelt beside her chair. “Not if we talk,” I said. “Not if we stop pretending love is only the easy parts.”

My son stared at me like he was trying to decide if this was real or just another performance.

“You really think telling the truth fixes it?” he asked.

I swallowed.continue reading …