When I was 10 years old, I suddenly lost my dad.
The last gift he gave me was a singing teddy bear, which I cherished. Twenty years later, when my son turned seven, I decided to pass the bear on to him.
To make it sing again, we needed to replace the batteries. When I opened the compartment, I froze in shock—inside, tucked next to the battery box, was a small cassette. I couldn’t believe I was discovering this now, two decades after my dad’s passing.
