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A Father’s Shadow
I do not blame your father.
Loss shapes us
in ways we do not choose.
But I cannot help thinking:
if grief was meant to make you gentler,
then you betrayed his memory.
Because what you gave me
was not gentleness—
but the sharp edge
of your silence.



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