This is a photo of a sketch that I did of my genetic father, who died when I was four years old. I had this hanging in my office a few years back when a co-worker walked in, stopped cold, and told me that I had to be the vainest person she knew. She thought the picture was of me. When I told her it was an image of my dead father, she almost hit her head on the door jamb walking out. Go figure.
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