Every time I hear the sound of a scooter passing by, it evokes beautiful memories. I still run to the door like I used to. I still live with hope. I still can't believe that you left this world, Dad. Call it wishful thinking, but I still wait for you. I know that you'll come.
The theme for Day 6 is "Wishful Thinking"
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