In a sense, I was a little boy witnessing my father on a bike for the first time. Since being home, there were a lot of moments I was witnessing for the first time that some people would have taken for granted. Like walking across the street and sitting beside my pops while he watched boring ass bowling. It was something about taking in his scent, and his laugh that I missed. The nigga be in his own world, and I be sitting beside him just lost in the fact that this man was my father. Knowing the shit he went through now, the respect I had for him was fucking out this world.
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