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[kojiontheroof]

Christmas night, after a lot of laughs with my mother and my brother, my Dad who was sitting at the computer, shut it off and came over to us. My brother had been joking about some classmates of his and said in his black folk tone, "black girls look mean." My dad said, "no, don't say that." He missed the whole conversation my mom and brother tried to explain but he kind of drifted off. We all went out and gathered, standing around the dining room table and we were recounting the evening. My brother, David, was in the middle of a joke about my dad when he emerged from our guest room with a year book. He laid it on the table and we all looked at him a bit confused. Dad turned it to a page of a black and white Hawaiian sun set with pictures of two girls and a headline that said, "In Memorium." He explained to us that these two girls were two of the meanest girls in his high school. Mom and David were still left confused looks on their faces. My brother giggled and started to make another joke. I hushed at David and my dad continued. He said, "if you're nice to mean people every day, they'll be nice to you. These girls, I said hi to them everyday and we became to friends." There was a jumble of conversation and then a silence. David started to put together in his head how we all arrived at the table with dad's year book. Anyway, I think he understands. And I think that we all know why we love my dad.

Merry Christmas

Love,
Andrew