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@flores_poll: Yes Guam flip but they are a non-voting representative. So this does not affect the balance in the House of Representatives. ##midterms##democratic##republican##houseofrepresentitives##guam

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After losing my father, I changed the Wi-Fi password at our house. The next morning, our neighbor knocked on the door. He was an elderly man, and he began speaking a bit hesitantly. “I’m sorry to bother you, dear girl, please forgive me. Last night, my wife couldn’t video call with our daughter. I was going to ask for the internet password.” I was about to give him the new password when he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. On it was the old password in my father’s handwriting, and below it, this note: “If the connection cuts out on Sunday at 6:00 p.m., come over without hesitation. This hour is your wife’s most precious time.” Stunned, I asked what he meant. “My wife is deaf from birth. Our only daughter got married seven years ago and moved abroad. Every Sunday at six, they video call. It’s the only time she can communicate with our daughter in sign language. My wife waits for that hour all week long.” It turned out our neighbor had to cancel his internet subscription due to financial difficulties. When my father found out, he told them to use his internet. My neighbor continued: “I offered to pay every month, but he wouldn’t accept. He even bought a signal booster with his own money so the internet would reach our house too. He even changed the modem’s position a few times.” At that moment, something I’d never understood for years came to mind. Every Sunday at six, my father would tell me to stop using the internet. “Dad, why? It’s our internet!” He’d always give the same answer: “Just one hour, my girl, just one hour. From six to seven.” I’d always thought it was some odd habit of his. But it turned out what my father was protecting was another family’s most precious hour. I went to our neighbor's house with them and entered the new password. As soon as the internet connected, the elderly woman video-called her daughter. When she saw her daughter's face on the screen, her eyes lit up. She began moving her hands, smiling. The mother and daughter were conversing in sign language, laughing, sharing stories with each other. The thousands of kilometers between them seemed to vanish in an instant. The woman turned to me and said something in sign language. Her husband translated: “She wants me to tell you she’s grateful to your father. As always…” My eyes welled up. When I got home, I looked at the modem by the window. Now I understood why my father had always kept it in that corner. He’d placed it there so the neighbors could pick up the signal too. I texted my neighbor: “Keep using the internet like before. If we change the password again, I’ll let you know.” Her reply was short, but it broke my heart: “Thank you, my girl. Your father has helped us once more.” I thought I knew him after losing him. But I hadn’t known who he helped, whose time he spent on, what kindnesses he did without anyone knowing. What hurt the most was that I’d nagged him every Sunday. I’d get mad because I couldn’t use my internet. Yet my father was quietly working so a mother could see her daughter’s face every week. The most beautiful thing my father left behind wasn’t our house or our money. It was the kindnesses he did without telling a soul. Some people keep doing good even after they’re gone.
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