No adult in my family would ever tell me anything about who my father was. I knew from an older cousin - only four years older than I am - everything, or what little I could discover about him. ↗
There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter? ↗
But my question is, am I compromising by adapting my words for the audience and where is the line beyond which I am not adapting words, but changing my position? ↗