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| James Z. Carpio, writer |
I remember my late father he was playing a computer game. I was in high school. I came home almost in the wee hours in the morning. There was a big event at school. I gave him a kiss on the cheek then he asked me "have you eaten, son?" then, I replied, "yes."
After all these years, it is only now that I realized that he waited for me. He made sure I got home safe.
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