Sitting on the front porch, I rocked in my rocking chair as I drank hot chocolate. It was a warm, sunny morning with the birds chirping and the flowers blooming. My father stepping out the front door dropped all his work papers startled to see me up this early. "What are you doing up this early, it’s your summer break?" he asked. It’s always hard to look at him in his office uniform.
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