
Every time I went home, he'd always ask if I'd remembered to bring him any cards. "I'm down to my last little stack," he'd say. Most of the time I forgot. As I threw away the other box of 500 cards sitting in my cubicle today, I realized how much I wished I'd given him all of them!
So I've got my new cards and I know how happy Dad would be to see the new title. He'd turn it over in his hands, then ask if I'd bring him a few. And when I'd hand him a hundred or so, he'd reply, "Well, this should get me through the weekend." I miss you, Dad!
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