Separated Twins
When I was 19 my twin brother was moving to Canada for his last year of university and my dad and I saw him off at the airport. When it came time to leave him, we both hugged him. Told him we loved him. And he walked off up the ramp with his ticket. I looked at my dad and he just held both of his hands to his chest and tears were rolling down his cheek. Second time I had ever saw him cry. My brother stayed for 2 years in the end before coming home. Sadly, the year after he came back my dad passed away suddenly. That day at the airport was 15 years ago now and I’ll never forget the look on my dad’s face. How much he loved us. Letting him go and be free, even though it hurt him so much.
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