For Auld Lang Syne

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    “For Old Times Sake,” I had told myself, amid a long-winded contemplative breath. I anticipated what would lay on the other side of that door-the entrance to my estranged father’s home. After leaving home at 15 years old, three Christmases passed without seeing my own father. While trying to rekindle a relationship with him…