The Day I Found My Dad’s Secret Way of Remembering Me
I came home to my dad’s place after a year away. He was happy, but the bathroom sink barely worked—pipes clogged. I asked why he hadn’t fixed it; he just shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Every morning brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink tested my patience. One afternoon, while he was out,…
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