April 12, 2012

Nestegged

(1993 August)

I remember how my heart ached for Daddy when he would come home exhausted and flop his briefcase down, take off his hat and shoes, get a bottle of Coke, and at last relax. I would say, "Lorin, why do you do this? It's too much." And he would say, "I do it for you, so you will be all right when I am gone." So sad.

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