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This is a short story about a dad growing old and remembering the times he had with his child.And rememebering the love he shared.

Submitted:Jun 9, 2012    Reads: 109    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Do you remember the time when I gave you twenty dollers to go to the store and you came back with a kitten named after me? I do. I am growing old and You are growing up to be a perfect young lady

I hope you have the patience to help me remember your boyfreinds name. My knees are getting weaker, and it has gotten to the point where you need to help me up. I am starting to smell more, you do your studying away from me.

I wish I had more time to be with you. I hope you won't ignore my rants about gas prices, and banks stealing from you. You are the only reason I have to get up in the morning. I see you cooking breakfast for me, my heart is melted.

I am sorry, its my time to be passed into death. You hold my hand and tell me to remember you. I see you from above huging my lifeless body. I meet my creator and tell him to keep you safe forever. I love you, remember me.


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