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Father's Day

21Mom and Dad popped by, surprising me, and giving me a gift of silk roses in a square, cut glass vase. Mom broke out her knitting, an aqua baby blanket, petit knits and purls in a pattern of squares. So delicate and sweet, I longed to snatch it up and nuzzle it to my face and inhale mom's floral perfume.

Time sped by too quickly, they were off to celebrate Father's Day at Red Lobster. I graciously saw them off and marveled at my tears streaming down my face after they left.

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