hard times
I love you, Dad.
Hard times come. The day before yesterday started my dad’s turn. He’s had a stroke, you see. It’s a small one and he’s expected to recover. Strong man, and brilliant. It’s horrible not to be able to run to him.
I love you, Dad.
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