我的爸爸，厚厚的手掌沉沉的鞋底，黑暗里疲惫地起身，蘸水梳头，喝掉咖啡，平日在我们醒来之前就走了的爸爸，今天正坐在我的床边。我想要是我自己的爸爸去世了我会做什么。于是我把爸爸抱在怀里，我要抱呀抱呀抱住他。

My Papa, his thick hands and thick shoes, who wakes up tired in the dark, who combs his hair with water, drinks his coffee, and is gone before we wake, today is sitting on my bed.

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