I Visited My Late Father’s House for the First Time in 13 Years—and Found a Bag in the Attic With a Note for Me
Thirteen years ago, I lost the only person I truly had—my dad. His death shattered me. We weren’t just close; our bond was sacred. I loved him, and I knew—without a doubt—that he loved me just as much. But life is cruel. After he passed away, I went back to our house, but the moment…