It wasn't my idea.
I was serving our father his gourmet enchiladas—now I get him the much more expensive Family Pack—and asked him, “What’s that?”“Oh,” he sighed, tired, “it’s just the same old crap your brother sends me every Christmas.”
“Oh.”
“Would you do me a big favor, son?”
“Of course, pop.”
“Would you take it with you when you leave?”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I don’t care,” he said. “Just get rid of it.”
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