I look at the people who can be open with their fathers. I wonder what it would be like to have a dad I could easily talk to. And then I look at my old man and I can’t help but smile. Sure, I may have lived as a quasi-daddy’s girl all my life. But every time I hug his beer belly, I feel like I’m in the safest place — a place where we don’t need words to feel loved. Because if his silence means listening, diligence, and compassion, then I wouldn’t have it any other way
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