Jason HowardThat call made me afraid to turn around. I felt ashamed and worthless. I walked away slowly, leaving behind the person I really wanted to hug. After all, I am a father who misses his child, regardless of the mistakes I have made.Carrying cleaning supplies, I left. But that voice stopped me again. “Dad. Please stop.”I stopped spontaneously, but I still couldn’t turn back. At that moment, my eyes stung, and finally, clear liquid flowed out, wetting my eyes and face.It had been too long since I had cried, but that morning, I cried for the first time. The overwhelming longing, blocked by fear, seemed to corner me. I had hurt that little figure and might have traumatized him. I felt unworthy of him.I heard small footsteps approaching me. I gripped the mop handle tighter and prepared to leave, but those small hands stopped me again. He held my hand tightly.“Please turn around, Dad,” he pleaded.Suddenly, another voice approached. “Jensen, who is he? Do you know him?”“Yes,
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