“Do you need anything?” she asked.
I looked at the blue fence, the open window of the bedroom my father built, and the house still standing after storms, lies, theft, and silence.
“No,” I said. “I have everything I need.”
That evening, I sat on the porch with my father’s watch ticking beside me. The crystal was still cracked. The second hand still moved. The house endured because it was built right. So had I.
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