HopeI knocked lightly on my dad’s door before pushing it open. He was bent over his desk, glasses slipping down his nose, flipping through files like the weight of the entire world rested on those papers. For a second, I hesitated and thought about coming later as he looked tired and worn out. He has been on his toes since he got back, trying to take care of me and even when he’s supposed to be resting, he’s back to work again but then I reminded myself of the time.“Dad,” I said softly, stepping into the room while he glanced up, distracted at first, then frowned like he was trying to remember something. “Hope? What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I thought I told you to just call me if you need anything, why are you stressing yourself again?” He let out with much concern while I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling guilty for what I was about to say. “Your flight, dad… it’s in an hour.” I let out slowly and the pen in his hand froze mid-air while his head
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