The Door Stayed Unlocked: A Father, Three Silent Years, and One Baby

I stared into my coffee.

I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to say I worked double shifts, I showed up, I did the best I could.

But defending myself would be easier than admitting something harder:

That even good fathers can injure their children without meaning to.

And even grown children can injure their fathers without understanding what it costs.

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