The more things change the more they stay the same. There he was and there I was 40 years later and I am squatting and he was squatting and the expression is exactly the same. Absolutely the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Growing and the trees behind us were in Grandma Monica's backyard...
Dad was in love with those rose bushes. When the ladies would die in the neighborhood over there, he would rob their gardens of one bush or the other. He said, he needed something to remind him of the beautiful women who stayed at home with their children who were dying all around him. He was in love with those women because they were the complete opposite of his mother who was out there in the workaday world. He loved that these women loved their husbands and children enough to sacrifice themselves to stay at home. He stole their roses after they died to always have a piece of them. None of them ever knew that the little fellow up the block was in love with them.

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