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The things my father taught me from very small to very large: Don't eat ice cream before dinner Santa prefers carrots and orange juice, And practice patience when you're a beginner. He lectured always button my coat, but wear what feels like me. He taught me how to kick a ball, balance on one foot and lose gracefully. He made it clear to fear an angry man, something I'd understand when I was grown. And forgiveness was foreign to him, so I had to travel there alone but when I got there I'd be happier than he had ever known. He said the future was just dreams I would bring to fruition. That while I stretched across the world I'd find support with my ambition. My father taught to blaze a path, whatever that may be. With all the lessons, all the rules, all the circular conversations, what I've built from his foundation is unapologetically free.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
The things my father taught me
The things my father taught me from very small to very large: Don't eat ice cream before dinner Santa prefers carrots and orange juice, And practice patience when you're a beginner. He lectured always button my coat, but wear what feels like me. He taught me how to kick a ball, balance on one foot and lose gracefully. He made it clear to fear an angry man, something I'd understand when I was grown. And forgiveness was foreign to him, so I had to travel there alone but when I got there I'd be happier than he had ever known. He said the future was just dreams I would bring to fruition. That while I stretched across the world I'd find support with my ambition. My father taught to blaze a path, whatever that may be. With all the lessons, all the rules, all the circular conversations, what I've built from his foundation is unapologetically free.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
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