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Okay, so I know you’re going to make a big deal about that last sentence, and you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. But I know you’ll be thinking about it, so I’m just going to deal with it now, and then it’ll be over.

My dad died seven years, one month, and eleven days ago, right before the twins were born. He was out one night during a freak storm, where things like cows and trees went missing. He went out to check on a neighbour, then we never saw him again.

We have a box with his stuff in it, stuff Mom calls “mementos,” but I don’t know what that is exactly since I’ve never seen inside. I’ve never even seen the box. It’s in her closet and she never brings it out.

Ever.

We never found his body, either.

We had a funeral.

The casket was empty.

Now you know.