you find a worn vhs tape in the attic one day and taped to the sleeve is an old note scribbled out, "for my son."
being that this attic is on top of your childhood home, and that you havent spoken to your father since the one christmas he ran off to scottsdale with that asian woman, you go downstairs into your old bedroom and put the tape in in the tv-vcr combo. you press rewind as an anxious tear wells in your eye.
it clicks and you press play and it flickers to life and sure enough your dad appears, sat on a short stool in front of the christmas tree. you watch as he looks into the camera and he says your name and he smiles. you smile back. he looks just like you remember him.
his body language is composed. his face considered. and then he says "wow so they have vcrs in the future huh," and then it cuts back to the episode of dr. quinn medicine woman that it was taped over
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