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My Father

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Sometimes I'd like to see his face. Ask him how his day was and know that he is okay.
Many times, I'd like to give him a hug, tell him I'm doing better and that I love him.
But, I know I can not do that because he is up in Heaven.
I just wish I could see him now.
Now, so he can see I'm I'm doing, how I'm getting along, how I'm changing fro daddy's little girl, to all grown up.
Even though he can not do any of this......
I want him to know that I love him, no matter what.





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