My dad used to drink most nights and those same nights he would play Kenny Rogers and Pedro Infante records. Then he’d cry about how much he wished his father loved him when he was younger and how he was always gonna show me that he loved me.
To this day my dad is still scared to hug with me with two arms.
I still love ya, pops. Now matter how much your macho gets in the way.
Cooking with L & L.
Chicago, IL
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It’s nice that you’re blogging a little bit again. Let’s remember that we have cameras! Even in the winter, we can find a ray of light here and there…
I love this one.