Courtesy of Joy Peskin "This picture was taken at the Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts, when I was two years old in 1976," the author writes. As I got older, I came to see that my father didn’t really look to me to make him happy, the way my mother did. He didn’t suffer.”My dad didn’t suffer either, when he died one week later without any warning. My real father didn’t love me because I was his biological child. Joy Peskin is a writer with work published in Salon, Glamour, Parents Magazine, Publishers Weekly and Lilith.
