Friday, April 19, 2019

Good Friday

I don't know why I pulled out my box of photos but I did.  I pulled out the only picture of my Dad I have and drew him.  He was on a train going from Stratford to Toronto.  I don't think of him that often, but when I do, I kind of feel like he must be thinking of me.  I wonder if he ever imagines what his life would have been like if he had stayed with my mom.  I wonder if it's possible to hate and love someone at the same time.

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