Veeder: The day my dad lived
I want to tell you about the day my dad lived. My dad, with his beautifully raspy voice and strong, callused hands. My dad who loves unconditionally and laughs with a promise that things will be OK.
Our dad who knows things. Takes care of things.
Takes care of us.
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