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old. She has your eyes, Dad. She loves reading. She wants to be an engineer. You don’t know any of that because you decided not to.”
My mother began to cry harder. “I know.”
“No,” I said gently. “You know of her. You don’t know her. That’s different.”
That was the first time my father broke. Not loudly. Just a bend in his shoulders, a hand covering his continue reading …
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