happy birthday papa. I miss you even though i hadn't really met you.
I sometimes hope you were alive. At other times i think if you had lived may be life would be miserable.
Early last week I was happy. For a few days I was content and was laughing again. I had the time to walk without thinking I was wasting my time.
That seems like ages ago.
Right now, I wish you were here.
~your daughter
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