My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give their child. Chocolate.

My father is like a Butterfinger candy bar.
Crispy on the outside, creamy in the middle &

just as sweet when you get to know him. My father
is not a man of many words so this is not a feat

that is easily achieved. Unlike a Butterfinger he doesn’t
melt under a little heat, doesn’t crumble under

the slightest pressure. Maybe he’s a little more like
Heath Bars — all that toffee and chocolate.

Whatever it is, I know he is full of something
good. He’s full of something that feels like home.

Looks like home. Smells like home. Sounds like home.


Day 6 of 30


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