Dad Keith and Dad Gwint took me to a fancy restaurant for dinner. This meal is considered an American farewell meal, but I don't think it is necessary because I have to come back here. I don't know when I will be back, but this is not a farewell meal in America. Mainly to comfort me. Look at Gwin, dad. I'll take your order. I'll bring you food.

He made me want to hug him tightly and cry like a child. If I didn't think I was taller than him and about the same age, I couldn't wait to do it.

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