By the end of the review, I wasn’t sure whether the meeting had assuaged my parents’ fears or heightened them. Still, I couldn’t dredge up an appropriate amount of self-concern. I itched to be released, to discover and to explore.
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By the end of the review, I wasn’t sure whether the meeting had assuaged my parents’ fears or heightened them. Still, I couldn’t dredge up an appropriate amount of self-concern. I itched to be released, to discover and to explore.
The house sits at the end of a tiny, half-concealed road in Rio de Janeiro’s Cosme Velho neighborhood. Daddy knocks on the door. We are greeted by a smiling middle-aged woman.