The dates

Looks at the tip of the tongue, looks at the dates made, reminds me of the dates my father used to give us when I was a kid. Four of my sisters, all girls, had little to eat when they were little, and all the buns were made by one. Dad's always got a lot of groceries to make us eat. Dad's got a lot of tricks. He always acts like he's got one for us. This is also one of the things that happens when you're a kid and you watch your dad do it, but remember a few things. You know, when you remember, you make this shit, and you tell the truth, and you don't eat it, you make your father's memories go down, and you cry。