daddy’s

My dad sang me “Maria” yesterday morning, with “Kristina.” Life is grand in serenade! And like that, I knew the day would be great.

It was, though, threaded with firey moods. At inept waiters, at mothers, at tactless uncles, at dirty brothers, at silly sisters, at trafficced loves, at football teams, and pretty girls and pasta. But that warmth I felt at being loved, at being special…that was the story of the day.

I think this is why I like brushing my teeth so much

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