I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

Thompson took his time reading the letters, each sentence pulling him deeper into memories long forgotten. He occasionally paused, sighing deeply as if weighed down by the past. Lisa watched his face closely, noting the subtle shifts in expression—nostalgia, sadness, recognition. "These letters… they tie to something I hadn’t thought about in years," he finally spoke, his voice bearing the weight of history. For Lisa, each moment of his reading felt like an eternity, her need for answers bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to overwhelm her.