Wounds

Yesterday I was with a father who cried just thinking of how proud he is of his daughter. Knowing that no one will ever think of me in that way made me so sad. But I smiled my way through the day, simply pushing my feelings away.

All those feelings came gushing, watching This is Us. Fathers and daughters are special. I see them every day. I miss mine everyday. This wound ain’t healing.

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