Dad, you know where
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During winter break, I return to Wisconsin. Familiarity is a comfy old blanket that smells of mold. Dad is still everywhere. Six months is not long enough for our cells to stop reaching. One morning mom receives a phone call from Mrs. Haack, my high-school Interpersonal teacher. Mom’s shoulder cradles the phone as her eyes shift from me,…
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