When my dad went to parent back to school night,

The students were told to make a map for which teachers their parents should visit.

And in the principal’s speech, he said he could tell which parents had

Daughters

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And which had

Sons

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Based on the colors, the labels, the symbols.

And when my dad came home,

He said he had looked at mine

And it was a

mix

of

both.

I didn’t think twice about it when it happened. But now that story’s got my head spinning with a million different colors. And I’m looking at all those flags, Trying to figure out which one feels right.