No childhood memories of him to treasure
Few stories I was told but they bring back no memories. I yearned for the truth of what really happened to his presence.
I felt a connection even not knowing of the unknown story. My guts would tell me he’s at the payphone by the corner store and there he was. Never ever even as woman I stop yearning for daddy.
The day came, we connected, communicated everything I’ve ever wanted, closeness we built
Nothing mattered from this point I’m still the little girl and she has her daddy
One night, that one night, 3 Am 7 months pregnant.
The call came, he was gone. I didn’t flinch neither did my heart
I couldn’t process, “gone” where,why would he go?
Not the first, but the second. The second heart attack! My heart breaks! My heart stop when his heart stopped.
He’s gone! I…
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