The third anniversary of my father's death. One day, a woman who claimed to be one of my late father's students 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 share memories of my father, the stories she told revealed aspects of my father's true self that I could never have known. She said she wanted to repay him for his kindness, but…
