(Tamara's POV)"DAD, what is it that you’re going to say?" The atmosphere wasn't strained, but I was nevertheless anxious to see my dad when he walked into his office at our home.He called me and stated that he wanted to talk to me because he had something to say.He nodded gently at me. "You take a seat first, my dear."I took a seat in the visitor's chair. Mom, who was joining him in quiet, was sitting in front of me."What is it, dad?"He sighed before mustering up the courage to speak his mind.“Tami, listen to me very carefully, okay?"I nodded. I knew exactly where we were headed with this discussion, and that didn't stop my anxiety. I was afraid that what I had overheard would be confirmed by his own mouth."About two years ago, I developed a gambling addiction after repeatedly visiting a casino. Since then, I have been unable to shake the feeling of excitement whenever I play. I tried to stay away from it since I realized it would only bring harm to me, my life, and us, but I
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