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... ree things:
Awkward small talk with my emotionally unavailable father.
A fridge full of protein shakes and nothing else.
Silence.
What I didn’t expect was to walk into my childhood home, suitcase still in hand, and find a barefoot woman in the kitchen wearing my father’s dress shirt like a robe from a questionable lifestyle magazine.
She was humming.
She was making eggs.
And she looked up at me with a bright, effortless smile like I hadn’t ...
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