Is divorce better or dialogue?
One day last month, I was getting late for work and was hurriedly tying shoe laces in the living room. My father was watching TV and mom was in the kitchen. Even as I was busy with the shoe strings, I looked up at the TV screen to see what he was watching so attentively. It was a serial, in which a middle-aged man was running on treadmill while his 25-something daughter sat on a bench waiting for him to finish.