He lifts my chin, his finger rough against my skin. “I won’t let you fail, and I won’t let you stop chasing your passion. Cooking, creating, that’s what makes you happy. You’re alive in the kitchen, Reid; it’s where your heart beats, where your mind soars. You belong there, and I’ll be damned if I leave this earth with the knowledge that you aren’t doing what you’re meant to do. You’re a chef, always have been, always will be.” More tears stream down my face, and I’m grateful it’s just my dad and me. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a moment like this with him, not even after everything crashed
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