My Father, the Janitor

My sister tagged me on Facebook in an old photo from November 1989 during my father's visit from Albuquerque, the first time I remember meeting him. Seeing it now, me and my brother on his lap, I remembered his mustache and how I used to think the janitor at my elementary school was him because he had a similar hair color and mustache. I was always wrong, but I gave him the look like he was "Dad" anyway.