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’d cracked their code. Their impatience and annoyance were a mask. What they were really feeling was fear.
I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of their conversation.
And then I thought: how many times had I fallen into anger when I meant something entirely different?
