“I don’t know who I am anymore, Dr. Snuggles,” he would say, fumbling for the words. Then: “You’d think that when your parents die, your focus would be on them as individuals, on how much you miss them.” He hesitated. “But I’ve noticed that I mostly think of myself. I’ve lost my map. I don’t understand anymore. And it’s like I’ve been trying for so long to make them happy that I don’t know what makes me happy.”
