“I Resented My Dad for Being a Mechanic—Now I See Things Differently”
Just as I thought I had finally figured everything out, I noticed a second, smaller envelope hidden beneath the scholarship folder—unsealed and without any handwriting. Inside was a single photograph: my dad standing beside a black car on an empty road, his hand tightly gripping an unidentified briefcase. On the back, in his usual block …
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