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Aug 2020
The last time I saw my father, I was just two years old
I remember the smell of his cologne, mixed with alcohol
I remember when he carried me in his arms to someplace new
A place I had never been before, it smelled of cigarettes and of a *** of stew
People looked at me and gushed at how cute and fat I was
There it seemed like a lifetime of pass the baby, but it only lasted a second
Those seconds were all I remember of my father
Written by
Latitisha Hendricks  45/F
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