1 + 1 = 3

My family all loved each other, but I don’t think we understood each other.

My dad was honest about it. I just don’t understand you kids, he’d say to my sister and me.

My sister would say she understood but she didn’t. She was clueless.

My mother was hard to read. When I told her stuff, she’d say, um, hmm, the um a lower note than the hmm, which might mean she understood me, or maybe she was simply acknowledging she heard me.

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