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Ode to my Pops

Late or early I will always catch him smiling from ear to ear.
From far he appears like a tall, tough guy with a gold cross
dancing around his neck and a matching watch hugging his wrist, no one you’d want to mess with.

But I know him as the guy with the kindest heart, the guy who makes a tear crawl down my cheek from laughing too hard.
We fill the light green halls with the dumbest jokes and ear-aching laughs.
“Parecen chiquillos.” (you’re acting like children) my mother hollers.

Our bond is so different than anyone else’s. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the whole world.
My dad is more like an older brother to me.

At the end of the day he’s the one I always go to for advice, he’s the one i trust the most.
“Love you mija .” he says 
“To the moon and back…” I reply.




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