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My Life Of A Baseball Cap And His Eyes

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"Hey, how are you?" My father asked. He wore a baseball cap and his eyes were bloodshot. "Good, have you been sleeping?" "Not much" He replied. My mother angled herself peeking around to see what was going on. "Let’s step outside." I suggested, and shut the door behind me. "I have your check right here." I whipped it out from my billfold. "Thank you so much." He lifted me off the ground as kissed me on the cheek. "No problem." "You have always been my number one girl, now I better be off, so I can get this to him in time before the bank closes for the day" I waved to my father as he disappeared around the corner. When I opened the door, I heard sprinting and caught a glimpse of my mother rushing back to the couch. Her face was twisted into an unusual expression. "So what was that all about?" She asked her voice dropping. "Stuff." "Stuff?" "It’s obvious you were eavesdropping so why don 't you just say what 's really on your mind?" "The first thing that went through my mind was why are you giving money to a man you hardly know!" "He is my father!" "Hardly. He abandoned our family for some skank!” "Everyone deserves a second chance!” "At the end of the day, it is your money, your life, your decision!" She walked away holding onto her temples of her forehead. "Where are you going?" "To bed." She replied, shutting the door to her room. * * * Thursday came and went and he never called. Monday afternoon I received news that he moved away with his real family to

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