The Last Time I Saw Dad
He was leaning on his walker, hunched, scrawny, with a bluish hue to his skin. I was working at Payless. I had been working all weekend. He came in with his whore, if you can believe it. They had been down at The Sea Hag, where she worked. I had missed the holidays-Thanksgiving, Christmas and Chinese New Year’s-at home for a number of years. I could not believe he was the same man I had known. He had gone back to his normal routine of trying to control my life while at the same time ignoring me. There are a lot of things for which there is a last time.
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