It is nine years today that my Father went away.
He was not like me, big-mouth, jumping around, finger up in the air, spouting sound.
He was a shy man. A quiet man who carried a hidden universe within him, and when he spoke every word counted.
I love him, I miss him more than ever.
He was not like me, big-mouth, jumping around, finger up in the air, spouting sound.
He was a shy man. A quiet man who carried a hidden universe within him, and when he spoke every word counted.
I love him, I miss him more than ever.
MC
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