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A Good Father

By Nidal Abrar Syed

Mellow sunlight filtered through the beige curtains as Tom sat down opposite Dr. Peterson, his therapist. He glimpsed at his Dad, who was standing by the door with a reassuring smile on his face. Tom’s old man meant everything to him and having him there made it easier for him to do this.

Dr. Peterson saw this and couldn’t stop himself from breaking the silence, “Tom, There’s nobody there. It’s been 4 months since your father died. Manifesting him in your head is not a healthy way of dealing with this loss. You have let him go”

By Nidal Abrar Syed

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