Jessi looked at him. “Whatever your dad decided to do or not do wasn’t your fault. He did what he did. He had choices. You were young and had nothing to do with his decisions.” Jessi thought for a moment. “What does your dad do now?”
Jim was quiet. “Dad died when I was sixteen. I never really had the chance to talk to him about things when I was younger. I talked to mom about things and she always assured me that it wasn’t me, but then, she was my mom. Ever since my dad died, I wanted to make sure that whatever I did, I did it well. I wanted to someday become a father and attentive husband. I believe that it will happen someday.”
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