My father worked his ass off to give my mother back everything she sacrificed in choosing him, and how did I repay him? I fucked around, driving cars he paid for and eating anything I wanted, no matter the cost. I didn’t earn a damn thing. I was nothing in the shadow of what he’d accomplished. I took my trust fund after I got out last year, invested a lot of it, and tried to make something of myself, but the black cloud of being labeled a criminal still hung over me. I could always see it in his eyes. I’d never be able to erase the shame. My eyes stung, and I blinked, looking away. I didn’t
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i love that PD included this little anecdote. feeling immense guilt for the privileges you have as a child of an immigrant is very real.
