“What have you done today to justify your existence?” I don’t think it was meant as a serious question, but it plagues me to this day.
My father would ask this question to his six children. I think he struggled to talk to us because he wasn’t sure of himself. His self-worth was so low that he didn’t think he had anything worthwhile to impart. Perhaps this was his way of trying to get to know us, to start a conversation, to ask what was going on in our lives. Whatever it was, I still ask myself this on occasion.