It's your father. [How long they've been gone doesn't mean anything. He'll lean in close, using the sleeve of his clothes to help wipe a few tears away.]
I don't think anyone would fault you for needing more time. [His hand holds onto the hand that is free.] I don't.
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I don't think anyone would fault you for needing more time. [His hand holds onto the hand that is free.] I don't.