Last year on father's day, I wrote an entry on the first anniversary of my dad moving to Phoenix. The memory of that cold, numb morning when I choked down stale cereal to try to subdue the lump that had arisen in the back of my throat since I had seen my father emerge from his room at the top of the steps with two black suitcases and a twitch at
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