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2024-11-25 00:02:02At that moment, I noticed two figures standing in the doorway—Harry and Ken Yimo. They seemed to be quietly listening to our conversation. A surge of anger rose within me, and I decided to ask Neil another question, one that I knew would make Ken Yimo hear it more clearly. I leaned in slightly and, in a soft voice, asked, “Do you ever get mad at your dad? Do you ever feel frustrated with him, like he’s making you really tired?”
Neil shook his head, smiling as he said, “No, Daddy loves me a lot. I like him too, and a little tiredness isn’t a big deal.” His eyes met mine, sincere and pure, as though there wasn’t an ounce of resentment in him.
My heart tightened at his words, and seeing his smile, I felt a pang of sorrow deep inside. I gently laid him back on the bed and softly said, “It’s alright, Neil. Sleep for a little longer. Once you’ve had enough rest, we’ll talk som
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