Bubbling beneath the surface of my father’s sense of entitlement was the very human delusion that we are each the center of the universe. My perspective matters most. My problems deserve to be solved. I am the spotless protagonist in the epic poem of my life, and I want a distraction from my pain. If you can step away from that delusion, even if only for a moment, you start to see the mess that connects us, even in places we’re reluctant to look.
