The night before my mother’s PET Scan I watched my parents bicker.
Their spoken words were about an old family friend’s dog. Their tones, harsh.
But after 50 years of observation, I’ve cracked their code. Their impatience and annoyance are a mask. What they are really feeling is fear.
I roll my eyes at the absurdity of their conversation.
And then I think, how many times have I done this? How many times have I fallen into anger when I mean something entirely different?
