I thought I wouldn’t cry.
But I did.
I secretly hoped we would find a way to be close again, just like fathers and daughter should be.
When I was day dreaming, I was dreaming of a better world with enough money to get my father to Scotland to live with me and my family.
But all of a sudden it was over.
Just like that.
Now I can only dream of the day were we might meet once again.
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So sorry to hear that, sending prayers
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