A text from my father. Laura, I’m sorry to bother you.

My blood pressure prescription is due for a refill next week.

I can pay you back when my check arrives. I opened my banking app and transferred the money for his medication immediately. Handled, Dad.

Take care of yourself. He replied: Thank you, sweetheart.

Can I come by to see Sophia sometime soon? I looked at my daughter, happily, safely eating her soup in a home no one could throw her out of. Someday, Dad.

Soon.