He checked once more-- the final draft—before handing it over. The lady at the counter wore a blank look like the other side of an important piece of paper which exists just so.
“My father….you see, this is my father” he stammered.
The lady nodded and stamped ‘24’!
In the ‘Missing’ column,
a father- numbered!
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