She’d climb into my passenger seat after school, toss her backpack down, and say things like, “Okay, Dad, don’t freak out, but I got a B+ on my chemistry test.”
By 16, she had my sarcasm and her mother’s eyes.
“That’s good, honey.”
“No, it’s tragic. Melissa got an A, and she doesn’t even study.” She’d roll her eyes dramatically, but I could see the smile tugging at her lips.
She was my whole heart.
Meanwhile, I didn’t date much. When you’ve watched people disappear, you get selective about who gets close.
She was my whole heart.
But last year, I met Marisa at the hospital. She was a nurse practitioner — polished, smart, and funny in a dry way. She didn’t flinch at my work stories. She remembered Avery’s favorite bubble tea order. When my shift ran late, she offered to drive Avery to a debate club meeting.
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