Dad's Confession

I woke early Friday morning so I could go for a walk around the pond. It had been ages since I’d spent time alone wandering down the path before school, and after the intensity of the previous evening, my brain needed to unwind. Walking in the cold morning air was invigorating, and almost as therapeutic as the cry I’d had at my mother’s gravesite.

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