She was always my gentle kid.
Her dad used to forget her birthday.
Literally.
One year, he texted me in the afternoon: “Wait, is it today or tomorrow?”
It was today.
So when he suddenly started acting like Father of the Year, I didn’t know what to do with that.
At first, it looked harmless.
He bought her a new phone.
Her old one was cracked and slow, sure, but it still worked. I was going to replace it when I got my tax return.
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