How a Forgotten Warning Shaped My Understanding as an Adult
The Bank Trip I Didn’t Understand I was twelve when my world quietly fractured—my parents divorced, leaving our home filled with whispered instructions and half-finished sentences. Among those fragments, one memory lingered, strange and unresolved: a bank visit with my dad that seemed oddly unnecessary at the time. Years later, after his death, its meaning …
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