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  • I take my daughters to a science museum. The younger one experiences a grave disappointment and reacts with fury. She squats on the floor of a hushed laboratory full of sober Swiss children deep in experiments and screams as loudly as she can. There is no reasoning with her anger, and she doesn’t care that people are pointing and staring. She howls and stomps and rages and swats at me, and my brain shatters, the shards exploding in all directions. I am helpless to pacify her and feel sure this is a deficiency in my parenting. At the same time, I envy her lack of control, the formlessness in which her anger exists. I put her on a bench, alone, to calm down, and walk away. Concerned adults and museum workers are arrested by her red and streaming face, and they stop to check on her, sure she has been abandoned by a thoughtless parent.

    But she is simply furious because life is unfair.
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