My father left us when I was just a small child. He had an affair, fell in love with another woman, and moved across the country to be with her while my mother stayed to raise two kids as a single mom.
We were just the left-over garbage in his past. He never came to see us, never called to check on us - neither I nor my sister have ever received a single birthday card with his name on it. We had heard absolutely nothing from him for fifteen years.
He showed up at our doorstep a week ago out of the blue. I didn't want to let him inside, but Mom is all about forgiveness. He isn't sleeping at our home (over my dead body), but he's spent the entire evening with us every day this week. He said he wanted to make amends, that he waited too long to say he's sorry, and I think he's right. I managed to track down his wife's contact information the other day. As soon as I told her I was his eldest child, she burst into tears, apologizing.
"I'm so sorry," she cried. "I would have contacted you if I knew how. But your father passed away two weeks ago."
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