My Daughter Called on Easter and Whispered, “Dad… He Hurt Me Again”—Twenty Minutes Later, I Walked Into Her Husband’s Mansion
I answer before the second ring.
Always.
Not because I think she is in danger.
Because repetition rewrites association.
A phone call on Easter became:
Happy Easter, Dad.
Not:
Please come get me.
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