I used to miss my father so much, I'd keep crying between takes. I'd feel 'Let me call him up and ask something' and remember he's no more. — Sanjay Mishra Copy Share Image
Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
