Only When It Was Too Late Did I Understand My Father’s Sacrifice
I found the box while cleaning his room, hidden behind old jackets that still carried the smell of motor oil. Inside was a small wooden box and the leather folder he always kept close. The first thing I saw was a letter in his familiar handwriting. His words hit harder than I expected. He wrote…
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