cartoon faced father

the man’s face was bizarre
He looked like a cartoon that had come to life.
I could not stop staring at him during parent teacher conferences
His son, who looked just like him, acted just like him too.
The water does not spill far from the slammed washtub.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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