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I got an email from my father tonight, it's a routine email, just letting me know about some money he's giving me to facilitate going to the doctor for my depression.

Here's the email:

Hi,

I have arranged a regular $60 for the next six weeks with the money going in on Monday night.

All the best and lots of love.

Dad


That email made me cry.

It's because it's the first time in living memory my father has said 'love' in reference to me, to me.