This was the exact same story I had seen twenty-five years ago, but I was no longer Ti Moune. I had grown up and become Tonton Julian, the old father. For some reason, this evening when I’d entered the theater, I had still thought of myself as Ti Moune setting off on new adventures. In some ways, Kathy and I were still playing that part, but somewhere along the road, we’d grown older. Our faces more wrinkled, our hair full of gray, we were no longer the lead in this story. In this revival, we had been cast as the old parents. I tried but failed to hold back a gasp as I was overcome with emotion at the realization.
Now, our girls had taken over the part of Ti Moune.
I worried, had I done enough as a dad?
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