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I'm Proud Of You

  I wiped the sweat off my brow with my long sleeved T-shirt while working outside on a very pleasant early fall day. I caught a whiff of the smell of that sleeve and it took me back a very long time ago to a place and time I hadn't thought about much lately. My dad was a shift worker. During his twelve-hour day shifts I would often wonder what he was doing and I'd look forward to the moment he'd arrive back at home. I didn't get to spend a lot of time with him. I'd pass the time by doing things that I thought would surprise him or make him happy when he got home. Whether he was working nights or days, it was around 6:30 in the evening or 6:30 in the morning when he'd get home. On one particular day I decided after arriving home from school that I would shovel the snow from the driveway and sidewalks. My dad was very particular about how things should be done, and I really wanted to impress him, so I was taking extra care to not leave any lines of snow behind th

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