My father texted me, ‘To us, you’re already dead,’ and I only replied,

what you broke.”

My father called thirteen times. On the thirteenth call, I answered.

“What did you do?” he roared.

“I canceled what belonged to me.”

“Yours? Stop acting important.”

I looked down at my coffee.

“You said I was dead to you. Dead people don’t pay bills.”

A heavy silence followed. Then his voice softened.

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