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looked fragile.
I broke down.
I apologized through tears. For leaving. For choosing money over loyalty. For every cruel word I had ever thrown at him. I told him how ashamed I was. How sorry.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
“I always knew you’d come back,” he whispered. “I know the kid I raised.”
That was when I called my mother.
I begged her for help. I continue reading …
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