To my son on his 8th birthday
Tristan:
When you were born, I was really scared. I was young, 24-years-old (I know that sounds old to you right now, but when you turn 24 you will know how young it is). I was still in college and waiting tables at The Olive Garden. I didn’t know if I could support you. But most importantly, I didn’t know if I could be a dad. I’d never been one before…
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