Public anguish
Seeing my family’s pain aired for all to see, I felt compelled to mend everything. My mother’s tears and my father’s severe expression tormented me. I couldn’t let this misunderstanding go on any longer. ‘We need to talk to them,’ I informed my husband, my tone firm. ‘But how?’ he inquired, his brow pinched in anxiety. Fixing this disaster looked overwhelming, but I knew we had to try.
Public Anguish
Finding a solution
But where do I start? My thoughts raced over the alternatives. Should we organize a family meeting or try to reach out individually? Each choice presented its own set of obstacles. ‘We need to bring everyone together,’ I finally said. ‘We need to clear the air with everyone at once.’ My spouse nodded, but his demeanor remained tight. It was a difficult endeavor, but no other option appeared viable. This was the first step.
Finding A Solution
