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Dear Curtis,
I want to thank you for being my son. I didn't realize how empty my life was until you came along and filled part of it. I used to stay in the office until late at night. Now, I come rushing home to give you a hug before tucking you into bed. How sad, then, are the nights when I scold you for not doing your homework, the nights when we argue about some silly little thing. My time with you is so short and precious. You're 9 years old now, still looking to Mummy and Daddy-O for your answers, your identity, your security. Too soon, you'll grow up and find those answers elsewhere, and I will miss holding you in my lap sitting on the sofa and watching TV, tickling each other and trying to keep your smelly feet out of my nose. I love you, my son. You have made me so happy. Thank you for letting me be your Dad. Published: October 23rd, 2005 My Sunday Examiner Articles
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