I didn’t know my mum was dead until a few minutes ago. I never considered meeting her because I knew she left me at a tender age, but finding out the circumstances that made her leave left me a little tongue-tied. I didn’t think she was a terrible person for leaving. In fact, I didn’t think about her a lot, because my mind could never form a picture of her.

　　I always thought I was the problem, but turns out I was wrong. I was not the only one hurting in all these years. My father was too, and the lines on his face were not as a result of...