My Dad's were the first
squints
that I noticed.
I was probably about five years old
when I asked him
"What are those?"
"What" he said.
"Those SQUINTS - those lines that are going into your eyes."
He laughed.
And the squints got deeper.
And he told the story over and over
and laughed every time.
I started to notice
that happy people
had the most squints.
That people who
smiled
with their eyes
were fun
and kind.
I sometimes
still see my Dad
in the squints
of other people's eyes.
Laughing eyes.
Kind eyes.
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