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Last night, I lifted myself from the sofa with every ounce of strength I could muster, and fell to my knees and cried out, I’m sorry, Isaac. You weren’t there, but you were there—standing before me, disbelieving that this day had come. You were the father and I the son because I needed your grace, your forgiveness. Your mother had said it would come to this.
Don't Cry for Me
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