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Continue to ChatI wondered what my father had looked like that day, how he had felt, marrying the lively and beautiful girl who was my mother. I wondered what his life was like now. Did he ever think of us? I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't; I didn't know him well enough. Instead, I wondered about him occasionally, with a confused kind of longing. There was a place inside me carved out for him; I didn't want it to be there, but it was. Once, at the hardware store, Brooks had shown me how to use a drill. I'd made a tiny hole that went deep. The place for my father was like that. - Elizabeth Berg from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/i-wondered-what-my-father-had-looked-like-that-day-how-he-had-felt-marrying-the-lively-and-beautiful-girl-who