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  Weekends With My Father

  By Mary B., Clarkston, MI

  I learned love could burn before I learned, fully, to read. My mother was stirring spaghetti sauce, until Bubbles began to burst at the surface, And my dad walked in, powerful and cleanin his suit. My brother and I played statue in the corner and My mother played along with us, “Did you...