9. Will and Me (cont.)

And that, in my mind, summed up his response to my femaleness...to me. I was simply made wrong, in every sense, to earn any kind of respect. The older we grew, the less we understood one another’s worlds.

Yet we will always have this one world in common, lightning bugs, wet snow pants on the radiator, our parents who loved us both with a love that was sometimes difficult to put our arms around, but was, nonetheless, clearly love.