Over the last two years, a lot of my friends lost their dads. Maybe we are at that age, or maybe these are just coincidences.
I have no idea.
What I do know is that most, if not all of them told me I should find mine.
I didn't. Try to find him, that is.
What I mean is that, he looked for me.
Despite the re acquaintance, I know for a fact that he is still trying to find me, to get to know me--finally. So he could understand what kind of a person I am, discover me.
I used to say that he doesn't know me. And it is true. I bet he would admit to that much. But maybe, before he reaches seventy, he would figure out who his daughter is, if only at (almost) thirty, I'd let him.
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I lost my dad two years ago to cancer. I wouldn't trade one second of our time together. I hope you find yours. :o)
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