All in all it was nothing special but it was dads. It had two old comfy sofas, three big fat upholstered chairs, a big coffee table, and second hand lamps. The room was decorated in early retro and hand me downs. He had fixed his special place to be cozy. I was allowed to go down to dad's sanctuary on the condition I asked permission to do so. Even when mom was alive she was not allowed to go down was MEN ONLY.off limits to the opposite sex. Often he would retreat to his man cave to watch games, have a few beers and generally relax. He loved his sports, hockey and football. I was 23 years old.ĭad was a man of few words the kind that kept to himself. He liked that I agreed to stay on after my mother's passing, that way we could share our modest bungalow and keep expenses down. Recently mother had passed away after a long and painful illness which left my father and me on our own. I lived in a quiet neighbourhood with my dad.
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