The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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One June 8, 2014 my birthday I remember a dear individual who has been more to a father then me then my own. From the joy I spent with my family on this day, I remember the meanings of my being. As with any birthday I draw upon my memories and on this day the memories of this individual a man who remember my day of birth even though he was not the one who crafted me thought of me as his own.

“Surprise!” coming from the dozen of people now occupying my house faces of joy and happiness immersion their face while surprise and shocked infused into my tireless face. when I arrived back home... I had just gone to get some copy paper and send an item back through FedEx, which I assume my husband was happy it took me longer than it should have due to his newly found devious plan to celebrate my yearly anniversary with a few family members. My family had come over to celebrate my birthday, which I looked at it like another day. Today happened to be a beautiful sunny day I woke up and my husband had clean the whole house from the pantry to the baby’s room. The house smelled of lemon pledge and vanilla febreeze. I guess I should have known something was up when I saw him washing the dishes. I sat around a little I played with my son who woke up on the wrong side of the bed so I had to give him some attention. While in the back of my head, I remembered I still needed to put the final changes on at least two of my papers. Although that was not on my mind when the surprise party done just for me appeared. The look of all the people I have not seen for a while had brought back memories of Mr. Keith. He was 5 11 and 400 pounds he was very comfortable in his own skin. Upon first meeting him I was like “wow mom this is the guy you chose, this bear”. Although over time I came to love this bear he was soothing in my illest moments and there for me in the darkest storms he transformed from a bear to a teddy bear.

He especially replaced some of the ill feelings I had for my father due to him not being around. My father left when I was about 7 years old and popped in maybe a few times after that. Mr. Keith was the guy I would call if I did something wrong and knew I was going to get in trouble; he had a way of calming my mom down just enough for her not to beat or yell at me. Oh yeah and Mr. Keith never forgot a birthday he would stop by and say how do your grades look and my siblings and I would have to pull out report cards and in exchange he would hand us a card. Now the card only had about $15.00 in it but I realized it was the thought that made this bound between us much more special. I thought of him as the prime example of how a dad should treat his little girl and I learned what it was like to have a father.

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One June 8, 2014 my birthday I remember a dear individual who has been more to a father then me then my own. From the joy I spent with my family on this day, I remember the meanings of my being. As with any birthday I draw upon my memories and on this day the memories of this individual a man who remember my day of birth even though he was not the one who crafted me thought of me as his own.

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May 12th 1986
Philadelphia, PA

One June 8, 2014 my birthday I remember a dear individual who has been more to a father then me then my own. From the joy I spent with my family on this day, I remember the meanings of my being. As with any birthday I draw upon my memories and on this day the memories of this individual a man who remember my day of birth even though he was not the one who crafted me thought of me as his own.

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by keirsten tarlton on June 8, 2014
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