This picture of my father and I hangs on my fridge. It reminds me of the days when life was good. I was his little baby and the keeper of his heart. Of all my siblings, I'm the one that resembles him the most. In looks and stubbornness. We are standing front of the gazebo he had built in the backyard of my childhood home. My sisters can deny it as much as they want, but I'm totally his favorite.
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