Books.
My dad loved books, he collected hundreds over the years. They covered his book shelves, filled the insides of his drawers, and sat inside storage boxes. They spanned a wide range of subjects, from the previously mentioned self-help books, to casserole cooking, to origami-making. There was no way he could've read them all, let alone a fraction of them. He read something everyday, because as he told me when I was seven years old, "If you don't read everyday your face not look pretty, the day you not read, you ugly. I'm serious!" He's read the bible three times cover to cover.
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