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Milo listened, thumbs worrying the hem of his shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, the question compressed and bright.

Dad smiled the way grown-ups do when they want to be useful and mysterious at once. “It’s a site your uncle used to show me,” he said. “People used to share short videos there. Kind of like—well, like a time capsule of the internet.” dad son myvidster upd

Dad’s throat tightened. He scrolled further through the uploader’s profile. It was sparse—an avatar of a paper plane, a few other uploads that were private or removed. There was an email address that matched the one belonging to a woman he had once loved. Her name was Claire. Milo listened, thumbs worrying the hem of his shirt

They watched a handful—ten seconds here, a silly challenge there. Milo laughed loud and bright at a clip of a cat narrowly avoiding a waterfall of laundry. Dad chuckled too, but his mind was partly elsewhere, on the update he'd been meaning to install on his laptop: "Upd — Critical Security Patch." “It’s a site your uncle used to show me,” he said