April 1/365 My Hero

I called Dad about the letter he received from the French Ambassador. He was proud to read it to me, and crashed right through the foreign words without any hesitation. He needed to get the letter “in plastic” to keep it clean. I cried, but he didn’t know, because crying would have made him cut our conversation short.


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