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poppy always had an explination for why things happened. if he was here, he would probably try to explain why this was happening. maybe it had something to do with the melanin in our skin and how we all used to be black. he would sit around, making the most amazing and insightful commentary on everyones conversations. he would ask for his fettuchini without that stupid green stuff on the top, and he would gladly pass up a salad for a roll or two. he would descuss the latest book he was completely emersed in and would offer up ideas about his next book. then, he would sit dad down, pull up his sweater and uncover a menila folder with his latest finds and creations, with which he would discuss in great detail for the next few hours over some vanilla ice cream and coffee. he would say his short goodbyes and be on his way. later it would dawn on him that it was someones birthday, or christmas or some holiday where he needed to send out a check or two. he would send me this letter, printed on company latterhead, for my birthday:
Dear Amy,
Happy (insert number here) birthday. i thought you could use some extra money for gas or food. hope you have a wonderful day.
Love,
(signature reading "poppy)
Poppy
it was the best letter that anyone could every recieve. to the point and not a damn bit more. he was a buisness man after all. conversations at the dinner table about how being strong footed business woman was hard, but he thought i could do it. he was truley an amazing man. never wanting any help, convinced that he could still drive perfectly well after having his eyes dialated. completely determined to do anything and everything he wanted, regardless of what anyone else thought. running his business until he was torn away like a cat from a scratching post. in short, he was an amazing example to the world of how people should love and give completely unconditionally...even if there were a lot of black people working at Red Lobster. To Poppy...
Dear Amy,
Happy (insert number here) birthday. i thought you could use some extra money for gas or food. hope you have a wonderful day.
Love,
(signature reading "poppy)
Poppy
it was the best letter that anyone could every recieve. to the point and not a damn bit more. he was a buisness man after all. conversations at the dinner table about how being strong footed business woman was hard, but he thought i could do it. he was truley an amazing man. never wanting any help, convinced that he could still drive perfectly well after having his eyes dialated. completely determined to do anything and everything he wanted, regardless of what anyone else thought. running his business until he was torn away like a cat from a scratching post. in short, he was an amazing example to the world of how people should love and give completely unconditionally...even if there were a lot of black people working at Red Lobster. To Poppy...