“Hannah, you know… You’ll always be my girl.
They’re good people, but… I feel like a guest in my own house.”
Years later, I sat on the floor surrounded by boxes, wondering if I’d ever done enough for him. If he were proud of me at that moment, trying so hard to hold on.
I needed to say goodbye to Dad. I told myself I’d stay in his house for a while — just to breathe.
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