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i like to stare at my dad's profile when we're sitting on the couch together sometimes. mostly to annoy him but i really do like looking at his eyes. they're big, watery and a little sad. not the kind of sadness that makes eyes hard and brittle but the kind that makes them soft and murky from wisdom that he may not have wanted but has accepted. i think out of all the pair of eyes i've ever looked at in my life, none is more familiar and warmer than my dad's.