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Graduating, already. Next its university, marriage, and then I’ll be a grandfather. Old. Like my father hunched over crossword puzzles grumbling about medical costs. Yet, there’s my little girl on stage. We did so well, and I can’t help but hold my wife’s hand. Swear I’m blinking as fast as my heart’s hammering. I’d better make a Doctor’s appointment…

 

Ugh, why does my husband have to be so clingy with his sweaty palms, when I’m trying to take photos? Should’ve bought a better camera. Should’ve had photography lessons instead of mosaic classes. Aw, my baby looks so beautiful. Should’ve had her hair curled. Should’ve made her wear that other dress. Should’ve changed those ribbons because they don’t match her shoes…

 

Man, I can’t see jack shit. Boo hoo, my baby sister’s gettin’ an award. Not like she kicked a winning goal for the team. Mum’s playin’ photographic diva again. Swear she’s gonna get blocked on Facebook if she posts tonight’s barfarama. On no, my old man’s gonna cry. Hope no one from the team’s here. Man, will this preschooler’s concert ever end…

 

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