Berlin

by Bambi Almendinger

The only time I travelled somewhere far away I never left my father's side. Untrue. I don't really know who my father is. He went to Germany once. I have his mouth. And now nineteen years and five months after first meeting him I drive down the road trying to remember a dream I had of him, but can only recall the car he used to have.

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Bambi Almendinger is a student living in southern North America.