My dad often told us that he assumed that he would have sons, but he ended up with girls. He eventually adjusted. As his firstborn, I became his mission. — By Robin Wright As my sister, Jana, tells it, my father and I had one long conversation that spanned thirty-four years. “From the time I remember, you and dad were always talking — about the world, about sports, about everything,” she told me recently. My dad often told us that…