My Dad Shattered My Trophy on Graduation Day—But What Broke Me More Was His Silence
as if he were chewing on the words he couldn’t quite say. “This…this isn’t what you should be working for,” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. The frustration in his eyes was palpable, but so was something else—fear, perhaps, or regret. I wanted to argue, to demand why he couldn’t just be…
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