My dad always read to me, and I can remember so many books we enjoyed together, but the last time is possibly the most important to me.
When I was 17, my lifelong anxiety came to a head and I had a minor breakdown, resulting in me taking a break from school and work. My dad came into my room to check in me one evening, and ended up reading me the tagged. I didn't especially enjoy the book, but the memory makes it special.
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