Fiddling around
But looking at these pictures, it seemed my dad wasn’t always truthful. There was a life he led before teaching us our sober lifestyle—a life that seemed much grander. I fiddled around in the chest with my name on it and found an envelope, which held a letter. It was addressed to me, so I read it. But this time, I took some distance from my siblings to read privately.
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