When the Light Casts Its Deepest Shadow
I used to call my father a failure — not in anger, but in small, cutting comments I thought were “honest.” He worked three jobs: warehouse shifts, janitorial nights, pizza deliveries. I told myself his life was proof of what happened when you didn’t aim high. So I aimed high, left for college, became a…
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