His face rugged like worn leather he had dimples but you could see that he wasn’t smiling that day . I was moving away it hit him hard .He knew I loved his dimples and pulling on his beard when I was younger . He is 67 and I’m 16. He always told me he loves me. He told me that I took him back to a place like home. He made me smile a lot she loved my curly hair he would play with it a lot .He said I felt like home and deep down inside I wanted to be his home.
