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Post by LDSFLS on Mar 10, 2010 23:20:15 GMT -5
After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,¡°Drink your juice.¡±Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom¡°Why doesn't Dad love me!¡±Mom frowned.¡°Who said he doesn't love you!¡±¡°Well,he never tells me,¡±I complained.¡°He never tells me either,¡±she said,smiling.¡°But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.That's how your father tells us he loves us.¡±Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,¡°Do you understand!¡± tiffany & cotiffany jewelrytiffany necklacetiffany bracelettiffany ring
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