Paz
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Little Boy's Father

Hi, Dad.
I'm 29 now.
Remember being that young?
Not a kid anymore...
Don't say you raised me, please.
After years of living with a
Step-dad who
Shoved me into the closet.
He might as well have left me
Too, Dad. Heaven knows
He didn't want me either.
Mom used to swear at you, Dad.
After you were gone.
I was nine, Dad.
Remember being nine?
Running around with your friends,
Playign baseball?
I was the weird kid, Dad.
They hated me.
They didn't even want to
Try to know me.
Just like you, Dad.
Why do you think
A few little words will cover up
Those years?
Sure, I'll trade my life and my
Self-respect so you can
Run away with my whole
World in the palm of your hand.
Sure...I'll sacrifice myself for you.
No...it's not that easy anymore, Dad.
I'm grown up now. Why
Can't anybody understand that?
I finally can...and I'm not your little
Boy anymore, Dad. I'm not your little
Bug, anymore. And you can't
Make me cry.

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