When fighting on behalf of the father you love, who do you become?

When fighting on behalf of someone you love, the fight must end, the love must be the art of being present. I am slow to learn, but I am trying. Pastrami lunches. Riverbank afternoons. Conversations in the shade of village gardens. The art accelerates. I feel myself wanting more for him, more for us, more (the wanting hurts) for me.

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