"Daddy i'm here." I raised my voice as i walked into his house. I knew he was in the living room because i heard what sounded like a Tv but then i remembered he doesn't have a Tv in the living room.
As I walked further into the living i saw him sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand watching something on a projector. I immediately stopped in my tracks when i seen a slideshow of pictures playing of my mom.
"Daddy what you doing?" I asked and he cut the projector off.
"I was just looking at some pictures." He said.
"Of momma? Can I see?" I asked. I thought he was gonna cut the projector back on but he just pulled out some pictures from a shoe box that was beside him. I then sat beside him looking at the pictures.
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