Dad

This is a picture of me and my Dad at this Lebanese restaurant last summer. There are times when I don't realize his absence and others when I miss him so much and just want him to be near me and hang out or talk. When he visits, he tends to bring more food or hygiene supplies rather than clothes. I like the fact that when he plays with his helicopter toy, he gets this delirious expression on his face as if he's a child and it's only him and his helicopter. I like the fact that I can talk to him about things apart from school. I like that he can openly tell me that he's too tired to spend time with me and go and sleep. I like that he treats me equally when we play backgammon. I miss his smell- soap and smoke. I miss his phrases ('did you brush your teeth?', 'sish-bish', 'spongey'). I miss being able to fit under the blankets with him. I miss him telling me that I'm a 'beauty'. I miss having driving lessons with him after trying how to figure out how to work the radio system. Ahh, I love you Dad.

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