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jobs starting at 16, and never asked for anything.
When I was 17, my father added his name to my bank account.
“Just in case something happens,” he said, his banker’s voice calm and reassuring.
“This way, I can help you manage things if there’s ever an emergency.”
I never questioned it.
I never removed him.
Why would I?
He was my father.
He would never.
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