“There’s a difference.”
“Yes.”
He smiled sadly.
“I’m still learning it.”
That may have been the moment I fully forgave him.
Not because he insisted he had been right.
Because he was willing to admit that love can have good intentions and still make mistakes.
Part 11 — What My Father Actually Taught Me
Noah is older now.
Sometimes he falls asleep against my father’s chest.
Dad sits completely still when that happens, even when his arm goes numb.
“You know you can move,” I tell him.
“No.”
“Dad, he’s been asleep for an hour.”
“He’s comfortable.”
“So are you planning to sit there until college?”
“If necessary.”
Then Mom rolls her eyes and tells him he’s ridiculous.
Watching them together no longer makes me wonder what secret betrayal might be hiding underneath their marriage.
I know the truth now.
Their marriage isn’t strong because my father once cheated and my mother nobly forgave him.
