I hadn’t heard her voice in 13 years.
Not a call. Not a message. Not even a rumor through someone I used to know.
Just silence… and the steady weight of regret.
Then, this morning, I checked my mailbox expecting the usual: bills, advertisements, nothing that matters.
Instead, I saw an envelope that made my hands go cold.
It was addressed to me. In handwriting I didn’t recognize.
And on the back, one word I hadn’t been called in over a decade:
Dad.
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