The airport was stacked with people coming and going. Some are saying welcome, and the others saying goodbye. Few got this huge smile on their face, and others got a sad goodbye smile on their face.I observed it. I've always been an excellent observer. Almost every moment caught by my eyes, I remembered. Some of them are pleasant, some were not.But everyone has a flaw. Mine is my father. I remembered him.Every. Single. Thing. About him.His face, his voice, his habit, even his favorite clothes. What I can't remember is his name. I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I don't know why, or how. It just seems impossible to me.I watch my steps as I climbed up the stairs. 5 sets of stairs passed, and my breathing doesn't even fasten.I checked my boarding pass, gate 2, and I'm at gate 9. I have no choice but to walk to gate 2.Halfway there my phone buzz, indicating a call from mom. Here we go.I put on a fake
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