My Father’s Letter

My wife came through the sliding doors carrying a letter in her hand. “This just came for you. Looks like it’s from your father. It’s marked ‘Personal.’ I wonder why he would send you a letter like that?”

She was right. Dad never wrote letters to me or anyone. Mom did. He rarely called me on the phone. Mom did. This was totally out of character for him. Holding the envelope in my hand, my first thoughts were that maybe my mother was ill, or that Dad needed money, or he was trying to tell me something he found very uncomfortable discussing (like he was when he told me about “the birds and bees”). So I took a deep breath and opened the envelope…

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