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My dad had a friend, you see, nothing more
And I was happy he’s happy because that's what I was supposed to be
Till I found out she wasn't a friend at all, but the girl he was....with?
My blood boiled
My heart raced
Dad you don't understand what this means
Honey I do understand, but i can assure you she’s nice
Nice? Nice doesn’t cut it dad this isn’t fair
He drifts away in his own thoughts and wonders
By the way honey you're meeting her and her son next month
I gritted my teeth and swallowed my anger
So then came the hot day in May
Sitting in our hot car
My blood boiling
My heart racing
Standing there
A young woman with skin a shade darker than sand
Straight hair the color of eggshells and
Eyes the color of hot chocolate
I remember that day
Even now three years past
Green artificial grass
The sweet taste of our frozen dessert
The golf clubs and golf balls
The smell of dirt and sweat and
The glaring looks and awkward silences
But something changed not that day but in a year
I didn't mean to quickly judge this woman I thought
It was only an accident, an instant I swear
Yes she’s shy but so am I at times
Her brazilian cultures changing views I thought were concrete
The tearing sensation in my heart began to slow down
We talk and laugh and smile
We walked around a pound one summer day
My legs ached
And the occasional sound of a branch snapping or a dog barking flooded my senses
But we talked about things I didn’t talk to my friends or parents about
A third category just for her
Another planet in my growing galaxy
And as the years went by she wasn’t scary anymore
It seems my nervous heart has room for one more
Someone I listened to and respected
Someone I needed in my life
Someone I loved, and
Some say you have one mom
But now I have two

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