You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

“Cancer will be like that, I tell Marla. There will be mistakes, and maybe the p…”

“In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave hom…”

“Cuando nos morimos, esas son las historias que siguen en nuestro labios. Las hi…”

“Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.”