When I thought that one time of my father the first thing I thought of is how, "Daddy" came from the side of the house he looked 35 again and he was smiling. He was draped with his white shirt and his jean shorts and he had sandals on that day. The sun kissed him and he could see that my sister and I were enjoying and discovering our new play area. It has always been there but at that instance it was different to us. We didn’t realize it then but he put a lot of work into laying bricks by brick. Smoothing the sand like I use to when he took us to the Alameda beach when it was still clean long before that day. His hair was curly and so soft like white clouds almost silky to the touch with dark brow and hews of orangey red. His glasses tinted a grayish black. He smiled and sighe...

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