The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my father at my home in the suburbs. He was a tall, olive skinned, guy who just graduated from university. My father thinks back back on this moment as one of the best things he’s ever done. My parents have been together now for 25 years.

My father woke up to the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs by his mother. “Igor!!!”, she screamed, “You’re going to miss your flight!”. My father rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. Countless thoughts ran through his head. “Am I really doing this... Again?”. He got dressed and brought his array of suitcases down the stairs. His mother asked him, “Do you have everything? Passport? Wallet?”, she asked in a panic. “Yes, mom.”, he answered, still drowsy. His parents drove him to the airport on what seemed like the coldest day of the year; everything was frozen, yet he couldn’t help but feel as though he already missed this place he called home. My father looked out the window, admiring his new found home that he was leaving once again; but for good reason. My father boarded his flight to America with great excitement. Leaving behind the rest of his family in Canada, he was ready to spend the rest of his life with my mother; someone who he didn’t expect to fall in love with and move across the country for. His mother was a huge driving force in his decision, believing she was the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with; he found the one. She always knew what was right for him, however she had the most faith she’s ever had in his relationship with my mother. As he walked towards his gate, he found himself thinking, “I can’t believe I’m moving again… so worth it though...”. He found my mother’s car waiting for him at his gate. He got into her car and looked out the window. “I can’t wait to embark on this journey with her”, he thought, as they drove to their new home. As he looked over to his left, he knew he had made the right decision. They smiled at each other and continued on their journey.

What You Do For Love

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1990s
Toronto, Ontario

I interviewed my father at my home in the suburbs. He was a tall, olive skinned, guy who just graduated from university. My father thinks back back on this moment as one of the best things he’s ever done. My parents have been together now for 25 years.

Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Michelle Harlap on December 7, 2020
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