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“Hey, champ,” his father said, turning. Not to Noah—through him. “You’re early.”

The scene rippled. The Daddy4K was skipping—no, curating. It jumped to his tenth birthday, where his father filmed him blowing out candles. Then to a rainy afternoon teaching him to tie shoes. Then to the hospital room. His father’s voice, thin but warm: “Don’t be sad, Noah. You’ve got the clearest eyes I know.” daddy4k crystal white

“You’re probably a grown man by now,” his father said, smiling with effort. “Maybe you have kids of your own. Maybe you’re angry at me for leaving. That’s okay. I just want you to know—I saw everything clearly when I looked at you. The tantrums, the report cards, the way you’d sneak books under the dinner table. All of it. And you were still the best thing these old eyes ever saw.” “Hey, champ,” his father said, turning