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I can’t get to the one I mentioned to Buddy from middle school, in a box, under a box.. in a stuffed closet. But … this one was more readily accessable.
It was written in a taxi on the way back to the hotel, when I followed my Dad on a business trip to Thailand. He would always buy things for my Mom, cause he really loves that woman. He had jewelers in every country we visited make stuff for her – custom. I would model it for him (cause we look very similar) and the men in the shop would always say “This man is so nice to buy you nice things!” and I would smile and say “No, they are for his wife…” shocked looks all around. “…My Mom!” would melt into smiles. This time he asked what I would like, weird the things you remember looking at old crap sketches.
But then he’d always get a little something for my sister and me.. I didn’t know he went back and bought the first thing I picked up, ruby earrings that I still wear to all the special occasions with my Dad, and just like with my Mom’s jewerly he always notices.
Erin, the Redheadeded.
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