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| 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.
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