A rare visit, grandparents from abroad.
In the middle back seat, wedged between matriarchs, I watch my grandfather light a cigarette, see my father turn to look at him, and for one moment my father is staring at his father in law smoking in his car and at the same time staring out to sea from the cliffs of Rapa Nui for nine hundred years, then he is looking straight ahead through the windscreen again and I know that my father truly loves my mother.
Parkstreet
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*hugs*
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