It was him alright. No mistaking it. Soft blue eyes in a soft white face. He was never stern with me, always caring and compassionate. He taught me to read, to ride a bike, to dance, to be a strong woman. Everything he told me was in his same downy voice. Even now, when he opens his mouth and a thousand languages pour out at once. All of those words he says, some too fast to even comprehend, every last one of them is in his same sweet voice. Some nights, the thump thump thumping of the bass in my headphones even drowns it out.

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