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Daddy's Girls
Luke was your typical, run of the mill, father. Lunches were packed every morning for his 
 
 two daughters and his son. Breakfast was cooked. This included steaming pancakes drowned in 
 
 maple brown syrup with triangle cut strawberries on the side. Clothes were put on. Hair was 
 
 brushed neatly. Car rides were loud and free as the world passed by. Kisses were exchanged as he 
 
 wished them off into the big universe of school. A look of awe and appreciation passed his face 
 
 as a single tear glistened from the corner of his eye and onto his neatly pressed collar. 
 
 
 
 Another day in paradise in the world of work. He clocked  in with that eye popping smile 
 
 that men dreamed of having. Women stared and soaked in the presence of his body. Looks and 
 
 whispers were exchanged between groups of women that yearned for his eyes to lock with their 
 
 own. He barely noticed them as he went to his desk. Files were in a neat pile on the left side of 
 
 this desk. These must be what he is has to do today. He logged on to his computer and opened up 
 
 the exciting world of the internet. Of course he had to have a crash course on how to operate this 
 
 “machine” a couple of years ago. Who would of thought that technology would be this 
 
 productive. 
 
 
 
 It’s finally time for lunch break. He slowly crunched up from his seat and strolled down 
 
 to the break room. All eyes appeared on him as he entered the room. He scanned the room for a 
 
 place to sit. He finally found a good table where his work buddies have congregated at the back 
 
 of the room. He shook hands with each of them in turn and got out his modest lunch. Only a 
 
 peanut butter and jelly sandwich today. Conversation of current events swirled around the table. 
 
 Oh, break was almost over. How time flies when you have fun. 
 
 
 
 The work day came to an end. He gathered all of his finished files and stored them into 
 
 the file cabinets for his boss to find later that night. He grabbed the rest of his belongings and ran 
 
 to the elevator. Traffic was present as he raced out of the parking lot. He went through his short 
 
 cut to get to his destination. He pulled up to the curb to find his wonderful children waiting for 
 
 him outside the school. They got into the car with bright shining faces. “How was y’alls day 
 
 today? Did y’all  have fun?” All at once they jumped into their stories of their days. Luke tried to 
 
 listen to all of them at the same time, but a father can only do so much. He shook his head to 
 
 himself and drove off onto the road contemplating of what was to come of the next day.

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