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“I’m proud of you. Always was. Even when we stopped talking.”

Finally, I clicked it.

Three dots appeared. Then:

Then my father died.

I ignored it for a week. I had emails to answer, condolences to type. But the red dot pulsed faster each day, bleeding into the edge of my vision. systray icon

The day after the funeral, I came home, opened my laptop, and the icon had changed. It was red now. A small, pulsing red dot.

My hands shook. I typed: “Who is this?” “I’m proud of you

And then it vanished.