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Gwyneth You know when you’re happy but feel like everything will eventually turn into an epic clusterfuck? Yeah, that’s me right now. Because it’s been so peaceful these last couple of days, so happy, so wholesome. Dad even moved his hand in mine when I went to visit him the day after my talk with Nate. He squeezed it, just the slightest bit, and I nearly fainted from happiness. The doctor didn’t give me much hope and said it was most likely a subconscious motor reaction and doesn’t mean anything, but I don’t believe that. I’m sure Dad wants to wake up. Besides, he was welcoming me back because it’s been some time since I last visited him. I apologized for wanting to bury him while he’s still alive. I told him that I didn’t mean to and that I just didn’t want him to abandon me like my mom did, and at that exact moment, he squeezed my hand. So yeah, the doctor is wrong, because Dad was listening and responded to me, so I know he’s there, that he didn’t leave me. That he’s not my mother.