My dad sings an old Spanish love song as he drives me, away from home, and to my place on campus. He sings in Italian, too. I am amazed that he remembers all these lyrics, considering he learned them when he was a young teenager in South Korea, and considering he still has trouble with English. The thought of my father's love of music moves me, and I begin wondering if his great singing voice was one of the things that attracted my mother to him.
I have recently grown attached to being home, and being around my parents and family. I used to hate it. Not any more. I don't like leaving. I don't like how it makes me feel. Maybe I'm getting older. Maybe I'm getting younger.
My dad starts singing again, this time in English, "Sad movies always make me cry..."
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my dad does this, but he doesn't have a good singing voice. nor can he remember all the words. Just the choruses
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