Revealing Stories Of The Past
We spent evenings exchanging tales, Alex and I, of the week he’d spent with his dad, and I tried to paint a clearer picture of the things that had shaped our family.
‘Your dad had his struggles, more than he’d let on,’ I confessed, and Alex nodded knowingly. These stories became bridges, linking our separate experiences.
Each shared story brought us closer, unraveling the shroud of mystery around his father’s choices and lifestyle.