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Pan

April 5, 2019
By DanLopez SILVER, Oakland, New Jersey
DanLopez SILVER, Oakland, New Jersey
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I remember waddling,

Waddling like a penguin,

Into his embrace.

“MIJOO” he would yell,


I said gibberish back,

He picked me up,

Up into a piggy back.

“PAN PAN PAN!”


The bread he brought,

Was my favorite thing.

The warm fluffiness filled my mouth,

“Gracias Papa,” I said struggling to eat and chew.


He set me down,

Gave me the loaf of bread,

And as I waddled quickly away,

He smiled the last smile I ever saw of his.



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