Discovering My Identity: I Tested the Depths of My Father’s Eyes and My Mother’s Rage
As I reflect on the intricate tapestry of my upbringing, I am often struck by the duality that defines my identity—my father’s eyes and my mother’s rage. It’s a poignant juxtaposition that speaks to the complexity of familial love and the haunting shadows of inherited emotions. My father’s gaze, gentle yet penetrating, has always been…
