While I Was Setting The Thanksgiving Table, My Dad Filmed Me In Mom’s Old Apron — Then Posted It: “Always A Servant.”
The video lived in that narrow, bruised space between memory and humiliation—the kind of thing that doesn’t just embarrass you, it rearranges you. I hadn’t seen it when I first heard about it, but I knew the angle. I knew the light. I knew the way my father always held his phone a little too…