The Privilege of Having Soft Hands
My parents’ hands were the remnants of great struggle. Mine somehow remained untouched.
sine qua non
Slouching Towards BethlehemThe Sympathizer
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We had other places we called home, other cities and countries and people who weren’t present that we loved.
If cancer and trauma are hereditary, is it not my responsibility to do everything in my power to ensure neither my children nor I have to suffer?