Instead of telling her what a wonderful young lady she turned out to be, he told her he was sorry that he wasn’t there for her while she was growing up.
Instead of spending that quality time with her in conversation about those lost years, he only gave her a few seconds to respond prior to pulling into the drive.
Instead of taking the time to ask her how she was doing all those years, and if there was anything she needed, he blamed me for all those lost years.
And in those few seconds, her only reply was “It’s not too late. “
Fever inside the Storm 
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