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The bullet passed through the father and into the son.
Jerica's father died en route to the hospital.
She cried and raged, and nobody could do anything, for her father was gone.
These days, when people ask me why young mothers with four-month-old babies will travel thousands of miles, knowing they will likely be imprisoned in the United States, I remember Jerica, and I think of her and of her pain and of her father who saved his son's life with his own body, and I understand the truly human need to migrate in search of a better life.
Before I was even 10 years old, my father was sent to a labor camp for engaging in illegal trading.
My father picked me up and brought me to Aachen.
It was work actually by Lionel Penrose, father of Roger Penrose, the tiles guy.
Kevin Carroll came from extremely deprived circumstances: alcoholic mother, absent father, inner-city Philadelphia, black, had to take care of a younger brother.
He had the expectations of his senatorial father and Washington, D.C.
Kim Jong-il, the father, when he died a few years ago, that was a very dangerous moment.
In those days, one hid much else as well: grown men didn't embrace one another, unless someone had died, and not always then; you shook hands or, at a ball game, thumped your friend's back and exchanged blows meant to be codes for affection; once out of childhood you'd never again know the shock of your father's whiskers on your cheek, not until mores at last had evolved, and you could hug another man, then hold on for a moment, then even kiss (your fathers bristles white and stiff now).
We knew so little in those days, as little as now, I suppose about healing those hurts: even the women, in their best dresses, with beads and sequins sewn on the bodices, even in lipstick and mascara, their hair aflow, could only stand wringing their hands, begging for peace, while father and son, like thugs, like thieves, like Romans, simmered and hissed and hated, inflicting sorrows that endured, the worst anyway, through the kiss and embrace, bleeding from brother to brother, into the generations.
And that ends with a little clip of my father, of Lou, talking about something that is very dear to him, which is the accidents of life.
And that really struck me about my father, in the sense that he had such belief that somehow, doing these things giving in the way that he gave, that something good would come out of it, even in the middle of a war, there was a war with Pakistan at one point, and the construction stopped totally and he kept working, because he felt, "Well when the war is done they'll need this building."
And I came home and I said to my father and mother, "I just met this man: doesn't have much work, and he's sort of ugly, funny voice, and he's a teacher at school.
NK: Well actually I'm here because I'm the architect's son, he was my father.
Man: Louis Kahn, yes! (Laughter) Man: Your father, is he alive?
His father, who was already in bed, would think, "Argh."
My father had an affair with a coworker when I was young and it broke our family apart.
Or maybe about how especially painful it is here because of her experience growing up with her father.
"I feel like she became critical of me after my father died two years ago.
I was very close with him, and her father left when she was young, so she couldn't relate to what I was going through.
There's a friend at work whose father died a few months ago, and who understands my grief.
What is this father doing?
And what his father was doing and what our coin was trying to do is to say, yes, there's less food on the table, but there's another activity.
There's Mateo, an 18-month-old boy, who was ripped from his father's arms and sent to a government shelter thousands of miles away, where they failed to properly bathe him for months.
I had David in class again that next year, and I learned that his father was undocumented and had been deported.
In her early 20s, she lost her father.
I'm the daughter of an American mother and an Egyptian-Lebanese-Syrian father.
My father was a city worker all of his life, and my mother was a stay-at-home mom.
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