For My Father, Every Time Is Wartime
A part of me, the part trained to put my father first, thought I should allow him into my home, regardless of his threats.
Someone always has less
Come visit. I’ve thrown everything you did to me into the river. It’s over.
Prove you trust me
More in this series
“The nurse sucked the last of his water world out of him. And then the cry, a goodbye to that wet planet.”
Papa left the summer I turned eight. The emotional toll of a wife who blamed him was too much to carry along with the burden of repatriating thousands of Filipino citizens.