As he speaks, I think of everything my mother taught me: How to love someone unconditionally. That joy can be found in small victories. That forgiveness is a gift to the person who grants it and to the person who receives it. But then the anger that seems permanently lodged in my brain reminds me of everything Ama didn’t teach me. That unconditional love isn’t always the best for us. That small victories aren’t always enough. That some things can’t be forgiven.
