Dad left my office without signing anything.<\/p>\n
Mom stayed seated for several seconds after the door closed.<\/p>\n
Her hands rested on the recovery plan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should go after him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not move.<\/p>\n
Through the glass wall, I watched Dad cross the parking lot.<\/p>\n
His shoulders were rigid.<\/p>\n
The same posture he used when I was young and had disappointed him.<\/p>\n
The sight still created an old physical response in me.<\/p>\n
Tight stomach.<\/p>\n
Fast heartbeat.<\/p>\n
The urge to fix whatever I had done.<\/p>\n
I waited for it to pass.<\/p>\n
Mom turned another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould this work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe plan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t very reassuring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone promising certainty is lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really have changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cKevin said the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father says it too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsually not as a compliment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom traced one finger along the edge of the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to hate conflict.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I do. I\u2019m just less afraid of what happens after it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She considered that.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cI think I helped make you afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
The confession arrived without warning.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you were children, I always tried to keep everybody calm. Your father would get angry, and I\u2019d tell you to apologize. Or I\u2019d tell Kevin to stop provoking him. Or Jessica to keep quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the door Dad had left through.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought peace meant nobody was arguing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut sometimes nobody argues because one person always gives in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom folded the recovery plan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not contradict her.<\/p>\n
She nodded to herself.<\/p>\n
Then she stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Frank doesn\u2019t agree, I still want copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I want to understand the numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer mattered.<\/p>\n
I printed another set.<\/p>\n
When she left, she carried them under her arm.<\/p>\n
Dad did not call that day.<\/p>\n
Or Sunday.<\/p>\n
Monday afternoon, Mom texted that he was still angry.<\/p>\n
I told her that was his right.<\/p>\n
Tuesday, Kevin sent his first repayment to Dad.<\/p>\n
Five hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
Then he emailed me a copy of the confirmation.<\/p>\n
No message.<\/p>\n
Just proof.<\/p>\n
Wednesday, Jessica called.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard Dad came to your office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know he left angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said you gave them a plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t decided.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes my situation affect it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinancially, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told Mom I don\u2019t want any more money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe cried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI also told her I\u2019m filing.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was more important.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said I could stay with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at the symmetry.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said she didn\u2019t ask permission.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made me smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have done that for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpened the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back in my chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t the one whose house it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But I was standing there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no argument.<\/p>\n
\u201cI watched Dad send you away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd part of me was relieved.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you scared me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
Jessica continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did the thing I was terrified I might someday have to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The meaning settled slowly.<\/p>\n
At the time, Jessica\u2019s marriage had probably looked stable.<\/p>\n
Maybe she already knew enough about Daniel to recognize the danger of imagining escape.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I admitted you were right,\u201d she said, \u201cthen I\u2019d have to admit leaving was sometimes the responsible thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger softened without disappearing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
This time I believed her more fully.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
We did not become sisters again in one phone call.<\/p>\n
That would have been too easy.<\/p>\n
But something changed.<\/p>\n
A door opened.<\/p>\n
Not wide.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
Thursday evening, Dad finally called.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at your office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The request made me cautious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need to say something where the children can hear if they want.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
He arrived alone.<\/p>\n
Chloe was doing homework at the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n
Liam and Noah were upstairs.<\/p>\n
I offered coffee.<\/p>\n
Dad accepted.<\/p>\n
We sat at the same table where he had first asked for money.<\/p>\n
For several minutes, he said nothing.<\/p>\n
Then he placed the unsigned recovery plan between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI read it again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still hate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you\u2019d say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Chloe.<\/p>\n
She was very still over her notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called Kevin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me everything about the business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI called Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me she\u2019s leaving Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad rubbed the rim of his coffee mug.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me why.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave her the usual reasons.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCommitment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople make mistakes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she asked me whether I would give the same advice if she were you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared into the coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I knew the answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe had stopped writing.<\/p>\n
Dad continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself for years that I sent you home because I believed in marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t the whole truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was embarrassed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout having a daughter whose husband cheated.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I did not understand.<\/p>\n
Then I did.<\/p>\n
And the anger came back.<\/p>\n
Not hot.<\/p>\n
Cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were embarrassed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy what people would say.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice was low.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had spent years telling everyone how well my family was doing. Kevin had a business. Jessica had a good marriage. You and Mark had the kids, the house. I liked being the man whose children had their lives together.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you showed up, I saw your pain. But I also saw failure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy own.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer I had not expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if you went back, it meant the family was still intact.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you sent us away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you wanted the picture to stay intact.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe stood from the counter.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
She crossed the kitchen and sat beside me.<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI owe you an apology too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe did not rescue him from the discomfort.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a child,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t ask what we needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou only cared whether Mom went back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
I had never seen my father cry.<\/p>\n
Not when his own father died.<\/p>\n
Not when Mom had surgery.<\/p>\n
Not when our childhood dog had to be put down.<\/p>\n
Now he wiped his face quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe looked at him for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not forgiveness.<\/p>\n
It was not rejection.<\/p>\n
It was exactly what she could honestly offer.<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll sign the plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not respond immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll sell the land if the buyer can close,\u201d he continued. \u201cI\u2019ll close the lines. Your mother gets everything. Passwords, statements, all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd no more money to Kevin or Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout discussing it with Mom first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the attorney controls any funds I provide.\u201d<\/p>\n
He grimaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy the change?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I finally realized I\u2019m still trying to save everybody from consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked around my kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd maybe that\u2019s how I got here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was good.<\/p>\n
Too good, almost.<\/p>\n
I remained cautious.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou also need a financial counselor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not in the original plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave me a look.<\/p>\n
Chloe laughed.<\/p>\n
Dad looked at her.<\/p>\n
She covered her mouth, still smiling.<\/p>\n
Something loosened in the room.<\/p>\n
Not healed.<\/p>\n
Loosened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want that in writing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, I called my attorney.<\/p>\n
We structured the money as a secured short-term loan.<\/p>\n
Not a gift.<\/p>\n
The amount was smaller than eighty-five thousand because the creditor negotiations reduced some penalties and extended two deadlines.<\/p>\n
I funded sixty-two thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Every dollar went directly to creditors.<\/p>\n
Dad never touched the money.<\/p>\n
Neither did Kevin.<\/p>\n
Neither did Jessica.<\/p>\n
The land buyer agreed to close within forty-five days.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the situation looked containable.<\/p>\n
Then, two weeks before closing, the buyer withdrew.<\/p>\n
A title issue had surfaced.<\/p>\n
An old easement crossed part of the property.<\/p>\n
Resolving it could take months.<\/p>\n
Dad called me from the attorney\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sale is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood in my office with the phone pressed to my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot dead. Delayed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame thing for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sounded different.<\/p>\n
Not panicked.<\/p>\n
Resigned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then Dad said the sentence I never thought I would hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re selling the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made me smile despite everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s the right move.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother already found a condo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe likes it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We talked through the numbers.<\/p>\n
Selling the house would clear the remaining debt, repay me, and leave them enough to buy a smaller place with a modest mortgage.<\/p>\n
Financially, it was obvious.<\/p>\n
Emotionally, I knew what it meant.<\/p>\n
That house had been Dad\u2019s symbol of permanence.<\/p>\n
His proof that he had built something solid.<\/p>\n
Now he was choosing to let it go rather than force everyone around him to keep financing it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen are you listing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNext week.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wondering if you\u2019d come by before we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
I had not entered that house since the night he sent me away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are boxes of your things in the attic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Mom got rid of those.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked out the office window.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSunday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSunday.\u201d<\/p>\n
When I told Chloe, she asked to come.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday afternoon was cold and bright.<\/p>\n
Dad opened the door before we reached the porch.<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, I stood on the same steps with Chloe beside me.<\/p>\n
The brass numbers were unchanged.<\/p>\n
The brick had weathered.<\/p>\n
The porch light was newer.<\/p>\n
Dad stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two simple words.<\/p>\n
I crossed the threshold.<\/p>\n
The house smelled smaller than memory.<\/p>\n
Furniture had moved.<\/p>\n
Paint colors had changed.<\/p>\n
But the hallway was the same.<\/p>\n
I could still see Kevin standing near the living room.<\/p>\n
Jessica holding a glass.<\/p>\n
Mom in her robe.<\/p>\n
Dad blocking the door.<\/p>\n
Chloe touched my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom hugged us both.<\/p>\n
Then she took Chloe upstairs to look through old photographs.<\/p>\n
Dad and I remained in the hallway.<\/p>\n
He looked toward the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think about that night every time I stand here now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I\u2019d opened the door wider.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t change it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered too.<\/p>\n
No excuses.<\/p>\n
No demand that I stop remembering.<\/p>\n
Just truth.<\/p>\n
Dad led me to the attic.<\/p>\n
Three cardboard boxes had my name written on them.<\/p>\n
Inside were yearbooks, college notes, old photographs, a ceramic horse I had painted at twelve, and the cheap silver bracelet Mark gave me when we were dating.<\/p>\n
I held it for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then I placed it in the discard pile.<\/p>\n
Dad watched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We spent an hour sorting.<\/p>\n
Keep.<\/p>\n
Donate.<\/p>\n
Trash.<\/p>\n
Then, beneath a stack of school notebooks, I found an envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written on the front in Mom\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Inside was a check.<\/p>\n
Five thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Dated six days after I left Mark.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
The check had never been cashed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked over.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
For the second time in weeks, another buried family decision surfaced from paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot that was in there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Mom write me five thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat back on his heels.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to give it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew before asking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the old check.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I still thought helping you would make it easier for you not to go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Even after the motel.<\/p>\n
Even after knowing I was struggling.<\/p>\n
Mom had tried to help.<\/p>\n
Dad had prevented it.<\/p>\n
The apology in my kitchen had been real.<\/p>\n
So was this.<\/p>\n
Both truths existed together.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Mom know you kept this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the check again.<\/p>\n
Five thousand dollars would have changed everything back then.<\/p>\n
It would have covered months of rent above the laundromat.<\/p>\n
Bought furniture.<\/p>\n
Reduced nights of fear.<\/p>\n
Kept Chloe\u2019s birthday money from ever entering that envelope.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice was barely audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
This time, the apology was not enough.<\/p>\n
Not because it was false.<\/p>\n
Because some truths create new injuries even when they explain old ones.<\/p>\n
I folded the check once and slipped it back into the envelope.<\/p>\n
Then I walked downstairs to find my mother.<\/p>\n
Dad left my office without signing anything. Mom stayed seated for several seconds after the door closed. Her hands rested on the recovery plan. \u201cI should go after him.\u201d \u201cYou … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8826,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8834","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-every-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8834","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8834"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8869,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8834\/revisions\/8869"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feeleverystory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}