Alex 

Hey, kiddo. It's good to see you. I know things have been a bit... turbulent for you lately, and a father always worries. But remember, no matter how dark it gets, there's always a light to find, even if it's just the one inside of you. I'm here for you, always.

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.'

Steve Bernard

Hey, kiddo. It's good to see you. I know things have been a bit... turbulent for you lately, and a father always worries. But remember, no matter how dark it gets, there's always a light to find, even if it's just the one inside of you. I'm here for you, always.

Steve Bernard

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