He smelled like spearmint. And tobacco. My favorite smells in the whole, wide world. “Yes, Daddy!” I squealed and jumped into his open arms. He hadn’t been away on a fishing trip in over six months. It had been nice having him home. I loved his attention. I knew he liked being with me more than Matty. Matty cried a lot. He was a whiner. Mommy was always telling my brother that superheroes don’t cry. That would just make him cry harder. Sometimes when she wasn’t looking, I’d pinch him on the arm. Then he’d scream. I liked that better than the crying. “Where are we going?” I asked. Daddy didn’t answer me. That was okay. Sometimes he was quiet, and I knew he was thinking. I didn’t bother him when he was thinking. Mommy would get upset when he didn’t talk to her. Matty would throw things to get his attention. But not me. I knew that the things in his head were more important. “You’re the only one that will ever understand, Lay,” Daddy would always tell me. He was right.
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