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Three Reunions
3. Daddy
Daddy has been dead twenty-nine years, eleven months.
He came to see me one night in August. He said,
"I have a birthday present for you", and he handed me
a package wrapped in plain paper. I said,
"Daddy, it's been so long."
"I know", he told me. We hugged, and the relief
in that gesture was like natural light
flooding a dark room.
Carol Colin, 2001
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