I could hear the truck coming around 4 pm each day, I would run to the stairs and look out the window. His yellow service truck chugging down the driveway, Dad was home. Walking in after a long day outside working under large pieces of heavy equipment, he’d strip off his navy work pants, light blue work shirt now covered in grease, and walk upstairs to …
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