Her Sister Mocked Her at Dad’s Funeral. Then the Will Named Mira

coffin beneath white lilies.

For a moment I saw my father not as the man who cast me out, but as the man who taught me to ride a bike in the church parking lot because the pavement there was smooth.

I felt his hand steadying the seat.

I heard him say, over and over, “I’ve got you.”

Then I remembered the study.

The checks.

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