Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow

As an adult, I developed compassion for my father once I understood that the root of his anger was sadness. In many ways, he suffered from emotional neglect at the hands of a cold mother. He felt plagued living under the shadow of his world-renowned uncles and cousins, ophthalmologists who invented cataract extraction, corneal transplants…

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