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I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital.
And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish.."
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish.."
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again."
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