The Father Figure and Friend I Looked Up To

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Warren was like a father to me. I would sometimes forget my garage door opener and be stuck outside of my house waiting for my father to come home for an hour to two hours. One day Warren noticed, this was before cell phones. Another day, my neighbor Nikki noticed me shivering, nose a bright red, cheeks rosy, teeth chattering. I would sit outside and sometimes I would make patterns in the snow on the large driveway we had at the time. My neighbor Warren one day told me I could come over to his house while I waited. I would learn from him to draw birds, and he would sometimes make hot cocoa or sandwiches which I loved. He was the father figure I always wanted my own dad to become. Warren was like my best friend at the time, because school was rough and life at home was uneasy. I will never forget how when my life was crumbling he was there as a friend and a teacher. He knew behind my eyes something hurt me. I would go to school every day without telling anyone what happened at home, and he was the only one who had an idea of what kind of hurt I dealt with. He showed our family neighborly love and kindness. Warren you will be unforgettable.