Truth is, no one keeps family and home as close as they should.
I'm not going to explain this as it should mean something different to everyone.
My mother was very drunk on Saturday night when I arrived home from work. We had the chats two hours later at 3 am. I couldn't believe we ended up talking about the credit union at 3am, while she was still half pissed. I'll remember this forever.
She told me something, that made me see my dad in a new light. Not to say it's something I have never noticed. It's when it's brought to my attention I just see it clearer.
She called my dad something, a word that gets the greatest respect from me. Grafter.
My dad's a Grafter. A hard worker. A provider. She went on to tell me about him a little bit.
Tomorrow I think I'll ask her to tell me about my dad before they were married.
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