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She lifted a brow. “What brings you here? I’d thought you’d be busy healing!” I snorted. “Mom, I am restored and fine. Besides, I need to talk to you and Dad right now. Is he up?” “He is…” She motioned for me to come inside. When my dad saw me, his reaction mirrored my mother’s. He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me with a gentle squeeze that paled compared to my mom’s tight embrace. The scene triggered a recollection of my father’s weakened state, his energy depleted. Yet, despite this, he kept hanging on, much to my relief. “To what do we owe the pleasure of our favorite child’s visit?” “I’m your only child.” I chuckled. He grinned. “Yes, but you are still our favorite. So, is there a reason for the sudden visit? This isn’t the usual day and time you stop by to see u
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