My dad's metal pen
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My dad's metal pen

The metal pen that wasn't a hand-me-down and made my dad feel special.

My dad was weird about a lot of things, but he was especially weird about his prized possessions. My guess is it had something to do with him being one of the youngest of ten children.
Yeah, I have a lot of cousins and a very big family. He would tell us stories of his older siblings constantly taking his belongings and claiming them as their own. It would drive him nuts, but anytime he tried to stick up for himself, he'd get pummeled. But, there was one thing they never got their hands on-- a metal pen.
It was so small that no one ever bothered to notice it. It's not like the pen was some antique pen, it was just this metal pen that a teacher had given him once in grade school.
It wasn't a hand-me-down item, but a brand new, very shiny pen and it was all his. He had this special little box that he lined with felt to keep it hidden in his desk drawer at home.
The fact that he had to hide a simple, metal pen is both mind boggling and heart breaking. The pen was still in that little felt-lined box when we cleaned out his desk drawers after he passed away. I remember he used that pen to write with all the time; letters, birthday cards, notes to anyone and everyone.
My brother's let me keep that pen; they had already taken a lot of his personal belongings and didn't care about the pen. But to me? I felt it was my duty to keep it safe and protected.
Dad's old desk.
Dad's old desk.
THE metal pen.
THE metal pen.
“He had this special little box that he lined with felt...”
My parents' house; almost about to hit the market.
My parents' house; almost about to hit the market.
We have a huge family and this isn't even all of us!
We have a huge family and this isn't even all of us!
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