Today is my father's birthday. Mine being the day after, his standard joke was that he was only a year older than I. The consensus claim from Mum and my brothers, however, was that I had held on because I didn't want to share birthdays.
Truth, I'd feel honored, Dadee, if we do.
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To the best spoiler who convinced Mum that I could join the Girl Scouts,
The most effective spider hunter,
The cheapest handy man who could construct a slide and swing from wood scraps and galvanized iron,
The one who held my hands across the street to walk to St. Mark's,
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And as I've just lately found out, the one who bought a used white Opel Caravan (patched with masking tape to cover up a rusty hole on its side) for the sole purpose of my being fetched home from the University ---
Thanks for sharing your DNA.
Now we’re both amazing.
I will always set aside this day
to remember and learn from your life
and your love for me.
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