![]() ![]() My mom works at a rehabilitation hospital as an interpreter, but her hours have been drastically reduced. They’ve been trying to “figure things out,” he says. My dad is quite fit, but he takes a pill every day to lower his blood pressure-a gift inscribed in his genes by his biological father, who abandoned him as a child. When the pandemic hit full stride, he and my mom began gaming out a series of bad “choices,” likely catastrophic “choices,” amid a moment of world-historic crisis that’s been 40-plus years in the making. When my son smiles at the screen, it soothes the hurt caused by the 2,000 miles between us. He likes to play the guitar for his 10-month-old grandson, Joaquín, and me, his 35-year-old son, over FaceTime. My dad works at a grocery store in Chicago. My Father Is an Essential Worker Every Day He Makes a Wager With Fate Baby Joaquín, at night, with his father, and his grandfather’s photograph. A continuing series of dispatches from Kopkind participants, advisers, guests and friends on life in coronavirus time as they observe it. ![]()
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