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let me try.” I was quiet for a long time. 17 seconds.

I counted. “I believe you, Dad, but believing you and trusting you are different things. We start slow. Phone calls every two weeks. No visits yet, no money, just talking.” He agreed.

“That is more than I deserve.” “It is exactly what you deserve. Not more, not less.”

We hung up. I went back to my continue reading …