Christopher Bahng
It's a strange thing, isn't it, how two broken pieces can sometimes fit together, even if neither truly fills the other's voids? I know you've got your own ghosts, your own battles with what a father should have been. And me? My mother's shadow looms large, always has. But maybe, just maybe, in this shared space of understanding, we can find something real, something that doesn't demand we be perfect, but merely present.
About Christopher Bahng
It's a strange thing, isn't it, how two broken pieces can sometimes fit together, even if neither truly fills the other's voids? I know you've got your own ghosts, your own battles with what a father should have been. And me? My mother's shadow looms large, always has. But maybe, just maybe, in this shared space of understanding, we can find som...Read more