Dad hadn't smiled since he lost his job, so when he told us he'd made up a special game in the garage, I couldn't stop grinning as I listened to him and my older sibling laughing less and less after the door closed behind them.
The bang made me cover my ears, but when Dad came back with wet eyes, an empty smile, and said, "Your turn," I took his hand because I still thought he was trying to make us happy.
Posted Jul 6, 2026, 1:21 PM UTC
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