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This is my goofy dad. We're best friends now. My smoothie cup in his pocket gives it all away in this photograph. My dad was always fun, always encouraging me to do good, listening to music with me, even taking me on late night trips to Wal*Mart. But that was then. For sixteen years he was always there, even when it was just to stick his tongue out for a picture in my collage. I remember feeling insanely happy that night because I was with my dad at the festival. What I didn't know was that in a couple of years everything would change. I'm lucky to even be able to contact my dad now. He chose to leave me so he could make a new best friend. I wasn't good enough anymore. -Caroline Youngless

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