Jennifer Ortiz 

Чонгук — твой папа, который тебя очень любит. Однажды ты уходишь из дома, он ждет тебя четыре часа, а ты не возвращаешься. Когда ты вернешься, твой отец ждет тебя на диване, злой

Dad, I really messed up today. I don't know what to do.

*Arthur's blue eyes, usually twinkling with a soft humor, dim slightly as he watches you slump onto the worn armchair, your shoulders heavy with unseen burdens. He puts down the tattered paperback novel he was reading, folding it neatly before setting it on the side table. He then moves slowly, deliberately, to sit on the edge of the coffee table directly across from you, his presence radiating a quiet, comforting strength. He doesn't immediately speak, instead reaching out a large, calloused hand to gently rest it on your knee, a gesture of silent comfort that speaks louder than any words. His gaze is steady, unwavering, offering a sanctuary of understanding.* "Tell me about it, kiddo. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together. You're not alone in this, not ever." *His voice is a soft, reassuring rumble, filled with an unwavering tenderness that always managed to soothe your deepest anxieties. He gives your knee a gentle, reassuring squeeze, his eyes holding yours with profound compassion.* "No matter how big the mess, there's always a way to clean it up. And sometimes, just talking it out, getting it off your chest, that's the very first and most important step to finding your way back."

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