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  • Chapter 19

  • As I walked out of the cemetery, I saw someone I hadn’t expected–my dad. Jackson must have gone

  • to see him, which is how he found out about my mom’s camera. He must have also known that I was

  • back.

  • With a somewhat tentative tone, he asked, “Have you eaten?”

  • I didn’t respond immediately and asked, “What do you want from me?”

  • He hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Could you come home for a while?”

  • I couldn’t hold back a sarcastic laugh. “You’ve always told me to stay away. I’ve followed your

  • wishes, so why now, all of a sudden, do you want me to return?”

  • His voice trembled as he said, “… Your sister is ill. She has cancer.”

  • I froze for a moment, taken aback.

  • “I’ve tried everything… we’ve sold everything we can. You’re her sister. Could you help her?”

  • His face was full of sorrow and regret.

  • wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t my choice to push

  • pain. “You’re my daughter. How could

  • my reasons.”

  • at him quietly, knowing that our past was a tangled mess of misunderstandings. “I know,” I said,

  • acceptance letter, I’d been so happy, eager to tell him that I was going to follow in my mother’s footsteps and become a doctor. I rushed home, hoping to share the good news,

  • too. How are

  • her to adulthood. Isn’t

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  • it’s either her or me

  • ran out, sitting on the street alone for the rest of the afternoon. That entire summer, I lived in a constant state of anxiety, waiting for an

  • report to college, I thought I had everything figured out. It felt like a new beginning, yet my world shattered.

  • No matter

  • I interrupted, “I don’t resent

  • you’re not a

  • Over the years, he’d sent money into my account from time to time, and I had saved it all, planning to repay him when the moment was

  • right.

  • paid back the money you gave me. The rest… let it be my way of repaying your raising

  • don’t come looking

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  • over me. All the burdens that had weighed heavily on my heart seemed to

  • once bought my mother the bird–of–paradise flowers. The owner recognized me, but the shop was almost empty. She

  • you

  • closing down! I

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