I drove my stepdad to the ER on a cold, heavy morning after he suffered a heart attack. He tried to insist he was “fine,” but I could see the fear beneath his jokes and sweat. I stayed by his side through every test, holding his hand as he drifted in and out. His daughter couldn’t get there in time, but I never held that against her. Life creates distance without meaning to.
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