The third anniversary of my father's death. One day, a woman who claimed to be my father's student appeared at the home of his son, who had been living freely on his own. My father was a university lecturer in his lifetime. She said she was his student back then. When I invited her in to talk about memories with my father, the stories she told revealed aspects of my father's true self that I could never have known while he was alive. The woman said she wanted to repay him for his kindness... but...
