His Birthday is near. I find myself looking back to so many memories. I have heard stories I have never heard before. They are stories that are comforting but my sorrow resurfaces because I just want to tell him desperately how much I love him. When I say to an image of him it seems to bounce back at me like a hollow noise. I want to dream of him just to see his face, if that is the only thing I can have. I am waiting Daddy, I am praying Daddy, I miss you Daddy.
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