April 29, 2017 12:50 PM Subscribe
Over the past five months, my father and I have taken on the monumental task of getting to know each other (after he spent 30 years in prison). "You're my daughter. Everything you do is interesting to me. I know you're upset, but if you'll let me, I'd like to try and help. Can we just keep talking?" I smiled at the longing in his voice. This was what he never got to do, be there for me in hard times. I could give him this. "Sure, Dad," I said. "I'd love to keep talking." And so we did."
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