
This crayon drawing (right) accompanied my mother's card (left) to my dad on his 32nd birthday in 1978. I didn't want to miss out on the fun and being 4 years old, I didn't have the resources to offer much, so I copied Mom's. I could tell by the way he looked at me that there was something special in those crayon scribbles. Thank you, Dad, for seeing me in that moment. It was the first time I remember experiencing what it felt like to truly be seen.
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