Birthdays
Today would have been my dad's 80th birthday. I was thinking about that last night at work. When I got home, I was sitting in a chair and thought I heard a bell ring. I asked my mom if she rang the bell she uses when she needs something from me. She didn't. A couple of minutes later, she came downstairs, tapped on a music box thingy that's a Leprechaun that my sister got for my dad for his birthday the year before he died. Mom asked if that was the bell I heard. It was. So, I guess my dad knew I was thinking about him and wanted to thank me or something.
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