I recall a story my dad told me about the first time he met his father.  He was playing football, soccer, on a dirt lot, when a man who seemed familiar walked towards him.  He squints at this man through lashes made heavy by salty sweat, and without the drama of buzzing sounds of lightsabers. Hears the man say, I'm your father. 

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