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Daphne remembers his hands—not for what they held, but for what they let go. They let go of the training wheels. Let go of her braid as she walked into her first interview. Let go of her at the altar, only to catch her again when the world got heavy. Yvm Daphne Dad

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Daphne— not the one who fled into a tree, but the one who learned to stand still because his arms were the safest forest. Let go of her at the altar, only