At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them
The camera.
The corkboard.
The room.
The system around the behavior.
Families create systems too.
Who is allowed to get angry?
Who apologizes first?
Whose discomfort matters?
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