Where I begin

My mom told me so many times (and with such ferocity) that my dad loved me above all else that being loved by him became part of my composition.

This photo was taken before he left his home town for the big city. Before he met my mom. Before he became a politician. But he already dreamed of having a daughter so maybe this is where I begin, complete with my love of writing.

I miss him.
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