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I pull the card from the pile of paper and read it.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, Dad.” It is a heart cut from notebook paper.
Fucking appropriate. I crumple the yellowed sheet.
I don’t remember the child in the school pictures. That kid’s gone.
I remember the times my son attacked me. The times he bit, kicked, struck me as I held him, whispering I loved him while waiting for the police to arrive.
I remember finding the knife he said he’d kill us with.
I read this year’s “Happy Father’s Day” cards and try not to die.
No, I’m not talking about Chris the Nuclear Kid. Context here. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks. It’s only mostly true.