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Talk About It Tuesday
I met my father by accident.
He was sitting at the kitchen table visiting my best friend's mother. He looked like Willie Nelson with his long hair braided into one long braid that traveled down his back.
My friend's mother asked: "Do you know who this is?" I shrugged my shoulders. He didn't look familiar. Before she could explain who this man was, he volunteered. "I'm your daddy", he said proudly.
My daddy. I had never in my life used the term "daddy" to describe anyone, and yet here in front of me, this man claimed the title. I didn't know quite what to do with this information. After all, it had been sixteen years since my mother and him divorced shortly after I was born. He held out his arms for a hug.. an expected hug.
I leaned over and loosely hugged him. I can't even remember the conversation we had after that. I just know it didn't explain
