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My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

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holding her drawing from the cabin. The quiet room that did not require me to earn my place in it.

“Yes,” I said.

“We are.”

I did not answer my father that night.

Maybe I would later. Maybe I would not. Healing had taught me not to confuse urgency with obligation. Some replies can wait until the person sending them has earned more than the courage to type continue reading …

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