I loved how you wove personal anecdotes into your recipe for eggplant parmesan. Your brother's being thrown against the walls of the house made memories surface of my sisters being beaten with a leather belt wielded by my out-of-control angry mother.
Your brother's skateboard accident and concern that your dad would be upset at him for breaking it dredged up another similar memory. When I was 10 years old, drowning in the lake at 4-H camp, my first thought was about how upset my mother would be about my death. I am still here because the lifeguard was attentive and rescued me. I like your ending, and I'll bet your eggplant parmesan is delicious.
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