The Quiet Feminism of My Father

My father never once said “If I only had a son…”. Never a mention of all the “estrogen in the house”, or his family’s “cycles syncing up”. I had seen many other fathers talk this way, yet it was conspicuously absent from our house. 
One day, I finally asked my dad the question that had been burning inside of me: “Dad, do you ever wish that you had a son?”

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