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Gwyneth “Welcome home.” Dad smiles as he steps into the living room. He doesn’t even need me or the crutches anymore. He only needed some physical rehabilitation, but zero mental. In ten days, he was able to walk, talk, and when Daniel and Knox came to visit, he even scolded them for cases they almost lost a few days before his accident. He remembers everything. The doctor said it’s because he didn’t have severe damage to his brain, which is why he was able to make a fast recovery. And just like that, I have my dad back. I still can’t believe it as we walk together into our home. Even though he’s wearing his shirt and pants, he doesn’t fill them like before. He’s lost weight and often appears wary, as if there’s something heavy perching on his shoulders. So I massage those shoulders, hopping now and then because Dad is really tall. His critical gaze roams over the place, taking in every nook and every surface as if he’s searching for something. Or someone. I stop my hopping and step in