Down the memory lane

Photo prompt copyright: J Hardy Carroll

“Daddy!”, I used to scream with joy and rush to the door when he came back from work. On the days when he was late, I would be sad and there were times when I even cried. But a tight hug from him would make everything alright.
“Daddy!”, I wish I could scream as I stood beside his grave. Though it had been years since he was gone, the void that his loss had created could never be filled. Tears kept streaming down my face as the memories came flooding by. But there was none to wipe away the tears.
Word count: 100

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