P.S. Lest I leave the readers with the impression that I now reside in an impregnable fortress of perpetual content, let me admit to a troubling but perhaps healing question that occasionally invades my still conscious moments before I succumb to the requirements of sleep. How would I react were I to unexpectedly encounter my biological mother and my half-sister at an event? I would like to think that I would embrace them warmly, if not fondly, especially the little one whose coming evoked such unwarranted bitterness in my somewhat younger days and who—of all of us—is quite guiltless. So now you know. I have not wiped the slate clean, not entirely. Could anyone really do that?
—Dalia Kassem, “Light at the End of the Road”