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“Father?” My thoughts spoke louder as if a microphone was placed inside my head. When my hands reached for him, his image wafted with the wind. My brows dropped below the baseline. My arms did the same. In the end, I have nothing. I’m sick of seeing mom’s face every night when I fetch myself a glass of water. I could hear her unvoiced cry hugging their wedding picture. “I think it would be best to erase that image of her from the depths of my memory. Father, tell me, what should I do? Is there a way for me to see her glowing smile again from ten years ago? My little sister was too young to understand why you did not come home that night. Father, I need your guidance.” I waited for him to respond, but another voice answered in his stead, “So, have you decided yet? You cannot keep him wai
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