Strong men are not supposed to cry

The tear I will never forget

It was the first time I ever saw the trace of a tear in his eye.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

We were sitting in the car before he drove to the airport.
My father was going away for three months.
I had never been apart from him.

Strong men are not supposed to cry.

I didn’t see that tear again until twelve years later —
when he had cancer.

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