Wishing
I have an ache for the loss of my father. I wish everyday that he would walk through the door and tell me he is proud of me.
I know all the wishing in the world won't bring him back.
He is in a better place now and I will see him again someday.
I know all the wishing in the world won't bring him back.
He is in a better place now and I will see him again someday.
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