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This is how I imagine it happened.He was handsome. I thought that when I saw him. He was the first one I saw. My dad. Better than the last one, I thought. This one was smiling. The last one never smiled.You choose your mother, you know. That's why she loves you so much. That's why you can get tired of your father, but you can never get tired of your mother, no matter what. You may hate her, but you're always a part of her. You'll always feel, somewhere, deeply, that you need her. She was your ch...