The balance was $31,904.17, every rent payment I had ever made, plus interest. Dad had never spent a cent of it. Each envelope held a short note for that month, things he couldn\u2019t say out loud. Proud of you for picking up extra shifts. Saw you glue your boots again. Hated it. Almost told you. In the letter, he explained the rent. Mom\u2019s hospital bills had nearly ruined us when I was nine, and he never wanted me to learn about money the way he had, too late.<\/p>\n
That was also why he\u2019d said no to the shoes that year. There had been no money at all, and he was too ashamed to admit it to a ten-year-old. The fishing gear I resented wasn\u2019t for him either. Gene showed me the garage closet. Two new rods hung there, one with a strip of tape on the handle that read Dad and one that read Son. Dad had been working up the courage to ask me to go fishing for three summers.<\/p>\n
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