In savings accounts.
In twelve acres beside a lake.
In old shoes.
In letters.
In second chances.
I stood at the edge of the dock and looked up at the darkening sky.
For the first time in my life, I said the words without anger.
“I love you too, Dad.”
The wind moved gently across the water.
And somewhere behind me, my mother called my name.
This time, there was no distance between us.
I turned around.
And went home.
