The Day I Discovered How My Dad Keeps Memories of Me Secret

I returned to my dad's home after a year away. He seemed happy, but the bathroom sink was barely functioning due to clogged pipes. I questioned why he hadn't fixed it, and he shrugged it off. Brushing my teeth in the kitchen sink every morning tested my patience. One day, when he was out, I decided to tackle the issue myself.

As I dismantled the pipes, I found something unexpected. Instead of the expected grime or hair, I discovered carefully wrapped tiny folded papers inside. Each paper was dated, holding short memories. I was taken aback, realizing these were all about me—moments I had lived but didn't realize were so meaningful to him.

These notes were not lost items but tokens of love. Each memory was a precious keepsake hidden in the pipes, a way for him to hold onto time. I understood then why he resisted letting me repair the sink—it was more than a plumbing problem; it was a hidden treasure trove cleverly disguised.

Upon his return, I shared the notes with him gently. His demeanor softened, and he chuckled shyly, explaining this was his method of preserving cherished memories. It was a moment of realization for me: love can be expressed quietly and unexpectedly. In that unexpected setting, I unearthed a lifetime of love hidden in forgotten pipes, forging a deeper bond with my dad.