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A man in his fifties lounged on a deck chair, watching his teenage son chat with a couple of girls besides a pool.

He stood up, and tip-toed over to where his son was. Before the teenager could react, the man hugged his son from behind and shoved him into the pool.

The man grinned.

The girls laughed.

The young man resurfaced. “What did you do that for!”

“You know son, I once read that there comes a day in a man’s life, where they pick up their kid, put them down, and never pick them up again. I just didn’t want that day to be today.”

 

— Bastian Espada

 

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