After I got back from Antarctica, I moved into the house I'd bought.Once the lawsuit money came through, I transferred half of it to Dad."Dad, take it. Spend it. Stop being so frugal."He was quiet for a long moment before speaking."I don't need the money. Keep it. Go live your life.""I already am.""Then when are you coming home to see me?"My nose stung. "I'll be back this weekend."That weekend, I loaded up with gifts and headed back to my hometown.When Dad opened the door, I noticed even more gray in his hair.Mom's framed photo sat on the mantel. Fresh lilies rested on the table beside it."Mom liked lilies. I remember."Dad nodded, his eyes turning red. "The day she passed, the last thing she said was your name."I set my bags down and walked over. My fingers brushed the frame."Mom, I'm here."That night, Dad and I sat on the balcony, sipping tea.He asked what I wanted to do next."I want to open a flower shop.""A flower shop?""Yeah. Mom always said sh
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