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3 years ago...

I don't usually get attached to the details of life. The little points of happiness are not important to me. Christmas. Thanksgiving. New Year. I don't care how exciting those dates seem. But I know, I feel, that inside me there is something wrong. I should see the world in a better way.

I stare at the vibrating cell phone in my hands. I'm shaking, feeling a fear I didn't know I was capable of. After all, how could he just call me back? How can he think the past is over when I relive it every night? He's destroyed my life to unimaginable levels, and now he's trying to approach me like it's not important.

My dad, Jean, is calling me for the thousandth time. After ten years apart, I finally heard from him. Now he is a Hollywood film director, one of the most acclaimed men in the state where he lives.

When the device stops vibrating, I notice I've been holding my breath. It scares me because I know we are different people now. He is a good man, does charities, gives his mo