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I let him in because he had my father’s face.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
June 6, 2025 at 9:01 AM
I let him in because he had my father’s face.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
I let him in because he had my father’s face.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
June 6, 2025 at 9:01 AM
I let him in because he had my father’s face.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.
Not his face now, 85 and gentle, back bent and soft like a stem left too long in water. The man at my door had my father’s young face, alert curious eyes in a round face, shoulders back. Straight. My height.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.