“Once, when I was 27, my uncle asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ From that moment on, I began to be afraid of him. A few days later, when he took me to a hotel on the outskirts of the city, he leaned close to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, come up to my room…’”

were building your life around another person, and if you were making your own decisions.”

I stared at him.

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“And somehow that turned into, ‘Are you a virgin?’”

Richard covered his face with one hand.

“I know. It may have been the worst question I’ve ever asked.”

For the first time that day, I laughed.

That night, we stayed in room 214 until almost midnight, opening my father’s letters one by one.

Three months later, I opened my small  photography studio.

On opening day, the first  photograph I hung on the wall wasn’t mine.

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It was an old  photo of my father and Richard when they were young.

Below it, I wrote a single sentence:

“Sometimes, the door you are most afraid to open does not hide your greatest fear, but the love of someone who spent years waiting for you to finally find it.”