When I was a child, my father woke me every morning with the same phrase: ‘Life is a great sunrise.’ The words shaped the way I saw the dawn, but after my father was taken from me, the morning sun burned like fire. That’s when I learned what hatred was, and that it would greet me each day to come.

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