ANAS KHAN

I Love My Parents, But I Don’t Like Them

I Love My Parents, But I Don’t Like Them I love my parents in the way you love the house you grew up in, even after the roof leaks and the walls remember every argument. The love is structural. Foundational. It exists whether I tend to it or not. Liking them, though—that feels conditional, fragile, something I have to negotiate every time the phone rings.