My earliest memory is a sad one but I know that it will always be with me. So I was about five or maybe six, and I remember my dad getting the phone. His face is the memory that I will never forget. His mother had called and told him that my grandfather had passed away. That is the only time that I have seen my dad cry. It sucks that this is my earliest memory but I know that I have never been closer to my father than when I remember this moment.
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