I’m 38 and I noticed last summer that my parents only ask about logistics — the drive, the weather, the dogs, the job — and never about how I actually am, and I realized I’d been answering questions about the surface of my life for so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to be asked about anything underneath
I drove to my parents’ house last summer for a long weekend, and somewhere on the second day I noticed ...
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