There was a time when my father and mother were fighting over something. A lot of yelling went on while I tried to sleep, and I heard my father moving down the hall in the midst of it all. He opened the door to my room and closed it behind him, in my mother's face, who had pursued him. She yelled at him from the other side and called him a coward for using his children as a shield, and he said nothing. She gave up a minute later and went to bed. "You'll understand someday," he whispered and left.

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