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early this year, but it was still quite windy and a bit chilly
out.
I cleared my throat. “Ready?”
He nodded, and I took the handles of his wheelchair and
pushed him outside. The lake was on our property, only a
seven-minute walk away. Lila and my mom followed behind
us, from a safe distance away.
After a short walk, we reached the bench that
overlooked the lake. I settled his wheelchair beside the
bench and took a seat.
“Did you want to talk to me?” I knew there was
something… I could tell by his tensed silence. And the fact
that my mom and Lila stayed a few feet away and didn’t
join us. That meant, whatever my father had to say to me, it
was between the two of us.
“Always so perceptive,” he chuckled, only to end up in a
coughing fit. I patiently patted his back and gave him a
minute to gather himself again. My eyes fell on the blood in
the corner of his mouth, and I quickly swiped it away with
his handkerchief.
His hand shook, as he gave the back of mine a gentle
pat. I stared down at our hands. His, wrinkled, bony and
frail. Mine, big, strong and healthy. The sight of our hands
touching made me realize how far our relationship had
come.
Time didn’t erase the past.
But it did heal some of the hurt.
He took a shaky breath. “My biggest mistake was letting
you think I wasn’t proud of you, Maddox.”
I flinched, not expecting this conversation. My hand
dropped from his, clenching into a fist.
He didn’t pause. “Despite everything, you became the
man I always wanted you to become. You are capable of
many great things, Son. You’re not unworthy.”
Ah fuck.