My father looked at me with warmth in his eyes and said, Son, it’s time. Time to step into the real world. Time to walk a path that you could call yours . There was a quiet ache in that moment, but also something steady and bright. The pride in his gaze told me that having me go was his way of loving me—and knowing that, I understood that this step forward would make him proud.As I folded my clothes into the old suitcase, I could hear my father moving through the house. His boots thudded softly against the pinewood floors, each step heavy, familiar. I pulled the zipper closed just as his footsteps slowed, drawing nearer. For a brief moment, the house fell silent. Then he appeared in the doorway and stepped into the room.He stopped beside me and held out a gold bank card, a small note tucked beneath it. I glanced at the paper and saw the balance written there-nearly a million dollars, more than enough to take care of everything I might need. When I looked back up, his eyes were gla
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