The boy that greeted me was my nephew
Hadn't formed a bad opinion about me yet
Hugged me and told me that he admired me
For what, he didn't mention specifically
The breakfast room crackled with optimism
People gleeful, I watched from the doorway invisible
I was behind in their bizarre race. moments of accolade
It seemed anomalies such as I were tolerated
By the blacksheep coming of age
I was some mythical hero
But by the societal weave of tunnel vision stewards
I was a person to tolerate
Cake tea and advice
My father's ghost dressed in a tuxedo
To celebrate but another raw achievement for the family
I Looked in once more from the outside window, then drove away
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