She sits on the couch, wearing an old demin jacket and wrapped in a blue blanket. Her slippers are too big, and coming apart. His old jacket. His old slippers. She is watching home movies, and drinking Mountain Dew. He got her started on that. Just as he got her addicted to NASCAR, and Top Gear, and books. He is behind the camera, looking at Tori's 3-year old self, tearing apart Christmas presents. He was always there for the Christmases she couldn't remember, always got called to work on the ones she would never forget.
Tori looks at the old photo in her hand, worn with time and tears. Adding one more salty drop, she leans forward and kisses the picture.
"Merry Christmas daddy."
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