My dad always told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor. Every weekday looked the same—same shirt, same lunchbox, same quiet complaints about “back pain.” We never questioned it. It was just Dad.
But when he passed away, everything changed.
At the funeral, a man in uniform approached us. He wasn’t family, and none of us recognized …
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