I Found My High School Diary While Cleaning Out My Late Dad’s House—And Discovered..2

When Cara receives the call about her estranged father Philip’s death, she’s met with an unexpected burden—returning to his

house to handle his estate. Their relationship had been distant for years, strained by his affair and the resulting silence that

followed. The house feels like a shell of its former self. Memories of a father who wasn’t cruel, but also never truly present, flood

her. The house is frozen in time, a reminder of all the years they never truly connected.

But as Cara sorts through his belongings,

she uncovers something she never expected: her high school diary, marked with handwritten replies from her father.

The entries are gentle and loving, the kind of words she never heard from him while he was alive.

He had read her teenage confessions and answered with the kindness he never showed in life. “I wish,

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