After years of silence, I found myself standing on my mother’s porch, heart pounding, as my sister Sarah screamed my name into the dusk. Our family’s dysfunction had driven me away, but my father’s illness forced me back. Now, every word and memory threatened to reopen wounds that never truly healed.
Numerous TV shows tell stories of unhappy children, unwanted by their parents. These are tales that leave few indifferent. I always actively participated in such programs whenever possible—calling in and donating money to support orphans and foster homes. At work, my colleagues and I discussed these issues and regularly visited foster homes, bringing gifts for the children. Together with
