“You remember that letter, Dad?”
The note told his parents he didn’t love them. It was a harsh thing, but he was angry as only a teenage boy can be. The storm passed in days, and he didn’t think about it again.
The guilt kicked in during his twenties. He considered confessing he hadn’t meant the rejection, but that seemed weird a decade on, and he lived with the remorse. Forty years later, at his father’s deathbed, he unburdened.
“Don’t remember that at all,” the old man said.
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