One day, I inherited the house of my deceased neighbor who hated me, but his one condition made me act like never before - Story of the day
"Linda,
I deserve all the bitter words you could throw at me. I wanted to tell you the truth a thousand times, but I was never man enough to stand there and see the hatred in your eyes.
I told myself I was protecting you, just like when I let you go. I thought you would have a better life without me.
Watching you - your roses, your strength, that fire within you - is the only good thing I did in the end.

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I hope that one day you will forgive Mom for everything she couldn't do. And maybe you'll find a way to forgive me too.
Take care of Mom. Take care of yourself. No more secrets now.
"I love you, Dad."

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Hot tears splattered the paper. I couldn't remember the last time I'd let myself cry. All my life, I've done my best to be strong. I was strong when my parents left.
Strong when no one came back for me.
It was so hard when Mr. Sloan threw dirt on my roses...
My father, my own father, punishing me for being his ghost.

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