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It's my favorite memory of my dad. I don't have a lot. I was just a kid when Sylar sliced his skull off. But it's my favorite memory, for its absolute ordinariness.
We were walking in the park together; my mom wasn't with us for some reason. I must have been six or so, and it was October. It wasn't really cold- never is, in LA- but the wind was blowing and I was chilly. And my dad zipped my jacket up.
That's all. It's nothing special. Nothing momentous. But it seems like ever since I got mixed in with Matt and Peter and the rest of them, everything is momentous and earth-shattering. So it's the little moments, the tiny gestures you would never think about ordinarily, that matter most to me.
I am Molly Walker, and I take joy in the little things.