Sunday, January 27, 2008

I was talking to my Dad once

"Do you ever wish you could see?"

"Yeah. I wish a lot of things."

"Sometimes I get so fixed on what it would be like to wake up and be able to see."


"The doctor says one day I'll be blind like you."

"I'm not blind, baby girl."

"But you almost are."


"What do you wish?"

"I wish I had some of my youth back."

"Like what parts? You seem pretty youthful to me."

"I don't know. I'm getting too close to a hundred."

"Me too."

He kissed me on the forehead and his lips were cold from the ice cream.

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