PART 10 — MY FATHER’S VOICE The cassette rested in my hands. It weighed almost nothing. Yet it felt heavier than every box inside the safe. For twenty-one years I had imagined my father’s voice. Sometimes I pictured it deep and confident. Sometimes quiet…….. - STORY STORE

PART 10 — MY FATHER’S VOICE The cassette rested in my hands. It weighed almost nothing. Yet it felt heavier than every box inside the safe. For twenty-one years I had imagined my father’s voice. Sometimes I pictured it deep and confident. Sometimes quiet……..

Sometimes I imagined hearing it while walking across campus, wondering if I would somehow recognize it. Now… I didn’t have to imagine anymore. It was waiting. Only a few feet … Continue reading PART 10 — MY FATHER’S VOICE The cassette rested in my hands. It weighed almost nothing. Yet it felt heavier than every box inside the safe. For twenty-one years I had imagined my father’s voice. Sometimes I pictured it deep and confident. Sometimes quiet……..