Abba Father

Growing up I didn’t have my dad. He and my mom separated when I was about three. The faint memories I have of my dad include a tender, loving man. I remember he used to take my sister and me to a cute, little store—there, he bought us Carlos Quinto Chocolate, to this day it remains my favorite chocolate. After purchasing our favorite treats, he would take us to the train tracks by a valley of evergreen hills. There we waited for the train to come. I remember feeling excited and very happy. My dad held me in his right arm and my sister in his left. He was tall […]

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