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you know the first time that you go home after you've finally cut the 20-something year old cord, and you sit at the dinner table like always, in the same seat you've sat in since you left your high chair, and dad's made turkey enchiladas, and you're reaching for the hot sauce, and then just as he grabs it to hand it to you, you notice it first in the age spots, and then you follow it to the white in his beard, and then it's all written in his deep set eyes, and his crows feet, and his cheek bones that seem to stick out more than ever and you can't seem to peel your eyes away from the man you've known since birth, even though you could paint his face with your eyes closed, or at least his face the way you still see it when you have your eyes closed dad, when did you get old?
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
dad
you know the first time that you go home after you've finally cut the 20-something year old cord, and you sit at the dinner table like always, in the same seat you've sat in since you left your high chair, and dad's made turkey enchiladas, and you're reaching for the hot sauce, and then just as he grabs it to hand it to you, you notice it first in the age spots, and then you follow it to the white in his beard, and then it's all written in his deep set eyes, and his crows feet, and his cheek bones that seem to stick out more than ever and you can't seem to peel your eyes away from the man you've known since birth, even though you could paint his face with your eyes closed, or at least his face the way you still see it when you have your eyes closed dad, when did you get old?
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
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