Father.

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I wrote this store one night while thinking about my father, and I really just wrote my thoughts down but put it into a story. It reveals my thoughts of the night he died to this day.

Submitted: November 22, 2011

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Father 

She cry's herself to sleep every night. Having to fake her smiles and laughs the next day. No one knows her true feeling about life, death, loved one's. Some days she believes she doesn't belong here, here in the world, the same thoughts her father had. For years they had been apart, but later in those years they were reunited. Some of the little girls best moments were with her father. But now that word, father doesn't exist to her anymore. He died two weeks after the little girl turned 12. She hopes every night that when she wakes up she can run and see her father lying in bed watching TV, with his glass of milk and some cookies, but she only finds his empty room. She tried so hard to let him go, But he's always with her. That night that he died scars her, his voice hunts her every moment, the memory of him kills her. The pain was just to real for her to handle. She made it her fault of his death, only if she was there with him at that moment it wouldn't have been that way. The last words he said to her were the most painful."I'll see you tomorrow at 6:00pm, okay i love you." The next day he died at 5:30pm.

Love,

Felicity


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