It’s about suggesting, right there on the page, that the writer is no more important than the reader.
I call our son. Mom, he says, after he has tapped the symptoms into Google, have you ever heard of transient global amnesia?
The story is no longer me and my vehicles but my mother and hers. We called it an accident, but it wasn’t.
When fighting on behalf of the father you love, who do you become?
You loved his talent first. You hope that he will not love you less, for all that you do not now achieve.