My house is filled with the intoxicating smell of boiled peanuts because my dad is the kind of dad who brings a plastic bag full of fresh peanuts, or pears, or turnips to his daughters, even if the occasion is their granddaddy’s funeral. And I love that about him.

My house is filled with the intoxicating smell of boiled peanuts because my dad is the kind of dad who brings a plastic bag full of fresh peanuts, or pears, or turnips to his daughters, even if the occasion is their granddaddy’s funeral. And I love that about him.

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  1. moodofthemoment posted this