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He hadn’t seen the old man since…

 Kevin hadn’t seen his old man since last Christmas, but today was Father’s Day, and his mother had hounded him to meet him since it’s been so long.


Kevin hated seeing his father, truly he did. He never knew what to say to the man, and there were always awkward silences. 


He sighed and fiddled with the model train he was going to give his dad. He hoped his dad would like it. 


His mom had assured him it would be a perfectly fine gift for him, seeing as he had always loved making models in his spare time. 


Kevin hopped off the bus about a block away from where his father was, mainly because he wanted some amount of fresh air before being in that suffocating building, but also partially because he wanted to go into this with a clear head, and walking would help with that.


His phone blasted The Score through his earphones as he walked. The closer he got to his destination, the worse he felt. 


Unfortunately, he arrived at his destination, not at all readied for this occasion. He crossed the meticulously well-kept lawn, being sure not to trample any purposefully placed flowers, and opened the door of the ominous building. 


He went up to one of the many plaques on the wall, the one closest to the floor, and sat the train down, sitting for himself in turn. He ran his hand over the plaque- the one that read his father’s name and let out a shaky breath.


“Hey Dad, it’s been a while…”
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