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My dad shaved every morning before work

I liked observing him;

He had a thing that no one else in my family had

And as a child I felt like I was him

From a different time, with a different set of memories

But with the same smell of lemon tea


One day when he was done shaving

I went to the bathroom and tried to shave

Instead of shaving cream I used tooth paste

It made sense at that time, shaving cream looks just like toothpaste


The paste was cold and fresh

It warmed my skin

I felt in control, I felt like I was the man

I cut my face with the razor blade

I cried

My mom gave me tea,“tea cures everything”

And she rubbed it on my face


My dad rubbed my tears

He had a lemon scent on his hands

It warmed my fears

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