When I was very, very young (pre-kindergarten), I got angry at my mother and said something I shouldn’t have said. I told her that I hoped that she and my father divorced, and that I would live with my father and never see her again. She cried that entire night, as I sat in my room. I came out eventually, and I apologized to her. We hugged, and I think the love between us grew. It let me knew that she was human. Looking back, I think the experience was very beneficial.