The boy rolled onto his side and watched his father walk to the door and watched him put his hand to the switch. And then the boy said, "Dad? You'll think I'm pretty crazy, but I wish I'd known you when you were little. I mean, about as old as I am right now. I don't know how to say it, but I'm lonesome about it. It's like—it's like I miss you already if I think about it now. That's pretty crazy, isn't it? Anyway please leave the door open."It didn't resonate with me at all when I first read the story as a young man. Now, as the father of a daughter, I can't even think about it without crying. And I don't know why.
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