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Tonight I learned that the chromosome I came up with is a Y. But as relieved as I am that there’ll be a strong young man for his mother in my rapidly-declining years (if my average mile is any indication), I must confess some trepidation at the news, as it reminds me that I am a son estranged from his father, who himself had no better relationship with his own. Was each of our circumstances so unique, or did we simply both hold our predecessors responsible for our broken homes? Perhaps mine failed because his family was more burden than boon, his world had no room for those of his offspring, and his lifelong pursuit to debunk the patriarch’s material sacrifices only backfired. On us. Then it would seem the best course of action is just to let it go and join my wife and child in bed.

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