Papa
There was a young woman in the kitchen, her ear pressed to a phone, and she gave a small wave as they stepped into the house before moving out toward the back patio. I couldn't remember her name but I recognized her from the Christmas card dad had sent me this year which was the first time I'd heard anything about a new girlfriend. "Mio is on an important work call," Papa explained with a small smile. "She's excited to finally get to meet you." I had to admit that I wasn't sure I was mentally prepared for this introduction. My father was in his fifties and Mio looked to be in her early twenties. I would worry that she was with him for unsavory reasons, but my father wasn't rich by any means. He had a retirement account lined up, sure, but his bank account was nothing to gawk at. "W
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