Mar 7, 2025
Growing up, my dad HATED noise. No shouting, no screaming, no loud laughter, no music, not even excited talking when he was home. So my sister and I grew up quietly.
Now, I sit in an empty apartment, struggling to afford rent and cat food despite both my husband and I working full-time. And all I can think is how much of a privilege it is to live in a home filled with the sounds of children experiencing childhood. How my dad had something I crave but can't afford—and he didn’t even want it.
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