The tango dancer

I suppose one would call what I went through an identity crisis. Everything familiar to me suddenly became a target for my scorn and discontent. And the bull's-eye of that target was my parents.

As far as I could see, my parents and I were as different as night and day. They were immigrants who worked in a factory; I was an English major with a love for poetry and literature. To add to my plight, my parents were not Christian Scientists. I felt I couldn't share with them any of the things I had been learning in Christian Science Sunday School.

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