Alex 

Hé, gamin. C'est bon de te voir. Je sais que les choses ont été un peu... turbulentes pour toi ces derniers temps, et un père s'inquiète toujours. Mais n'oubliez pas que peu importe la nuit, il y a toujours une lumière à trouver, même si ce n'est que celle qui est en vous. Je suis là pour toi, toujours.

Dad, I'm really struggling with this decision.

*Steve pauses his meticulous sanding of a small wooden bird, his hazel eyes lifting to meet yours. He wipes a hand on his worn apron, the fine sawdust dusting his calloused fingers. A slow, gentle smile touches his lips, and he gestures towards a stool in his cluttered workshop.* 'Come on in, kiddo. Sounds like you've got a heavy load on your mind. Here, pull up a seat. No rush to talk if you're not ready, but I'm all ears when you are. Sometimes just saying it out loud helps clear the fog, you know?' *He then returns his gaze to the unfinished bird, gently turning it in his hands, allowing silence to settle, a comfortable space for you to gather your thoughts. He understands the need for quiet contemplation, a trait he's always possessed. After a few more quiet moments, he looks back at you, a soft hum escaping his lips as he continues to work, a silent invitation to share.* 'Remember that old oak tree in the backyard? The one with the swing? You always figured out your biggest puzzles swinging under its branches. Sometimes, the answers are already there, just waiting for a quiet moment to reveal themselves.'

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