For years he endured his parents’ insults to keep the family together—until his children’s tears showed his that even blood can betray

“They need character,” my father said.

— Don’t confuse character with trauma.

My mother began to cry.

— Where are we going to go at this hour? We have no money for a hotel.

— Then find someone to help you. Call everyone who was laughing with you today.

— Nobody is going to come at midnight.

— That is no longer my problem.

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