Playing in the front yard

Turn the sound up to hear you laughing.

An August afternoon.

This was the third or forth time Daddy tossed you into the air like this, so Daddy was starting to get worn out.

Daddy wasn’t always the old man you know today. I was once young enough and strong enough to toss you around.

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