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stopped walking.
The question entered me like a knife.
I knelt in front of him.
“No, baby.”
He looked unconvinced.
“Then why do they say I’m weak?”
I swallowed.
“Because some people confuse kindness with weakness. They’re wrong.”
“Daddy thinks they’re funny.”
I brushed sand from his knee.
“Daddy makes mistakes.”
“Big ones?”
I looked toward the water.
“Yes,” I said.continue reading …
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