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He said he wanted to try.
I believed him.
I opened my hands again,
my heart like an unlocked door,
letting him walk back in.
For a while,
there were smiles,
a softness in his voice
I had never met before.
I thought maybe this was it—
maybe this was dad.
But hope can be cruel.
It flickered,
and then he disappeared
all over again.



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