Repairing the unseen breaks
The first time I felt a coldness in my bones was when my father died. I could feel the damp wind of mortality blowing through me — the man that I could always call to rescue me was no longer available.
I could call him 24/7, through heartbreak and emergencies, he’d always pick up the phone, and before I could finish my request, he was on his way.
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