Make Me Yours
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It was a family joke that Mom and I couldn’t sing, and Dad’s deaf comment was one he’d often made.
“You’re just jealous you can’t sing that high,” Mom told him, and I nodded in agreement.
“Yep. Jealous, that’s it. You’re just jealous. Pure and simple.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m not. I’d have to be castrated to sing like that. Maybe even castrated while singing.”
We all laughed at that one.
“You’ll miss it when I’m back at school.” I reminded him, and he nodded.
“You’re right. We’ll both miss you.”