When my father passed away, I was still numb from grief when the battles quietly began.
At the burial, my brother stood strong, coordinating everything, receiving guests, speaking on behalf of the family. I admired his strength. I trusted him.
After all, we had grown up together in those same rental units my father built brick by brick.
Those units were more than buildings they were our father’s sweat, his discipline, his pride. …CONTINUE READING