“I say this with all due respect: I love you, but I don’t think you knew your dad all that well.” I don’t know why that undoes me how it does, but suddenly I’m crying, and there’s a new kind of stinging in my heart than the old one I was used to. Could that be true? If that’s true, it would maybe mean not that he didn’t love me at all, just that he loved me in different language to my native tongue,
