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a long silence. No lecture. No anger. No I-told-you-so. Just my father breathing on the other end of the line, like a man who had been waiting years to hear those words and was terrified of scaring them away.
“I know the hearing was today,” he said softly. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then cry if you need to. Home is still home.”
That was when the tears continue reading …
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