What my son taught me the year I lost my job
I hid it from him for three weeks. He found out because I was home to help with his homework.
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My daughter asked why I never cry. I told her men don't need to. That night I sat in the car in the garage for an hour because I couldn't stop. I'm not sure what I was crying about. Maybe that I lied to her. Maybe that my father told me the same thing, in the same voice, and I believed him for thirty years. Tomorrow I'm going to tell her the truth. I just haven't found the words yet.
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