That day, I gave you joy.
All you could think of was the future with this little girl.
I grew up, and you always watched proud.
And every day that passed, I thought I want to be like my dad.
There wasn’t a day when you wouldn’t hug me.
There wasn’t a day without you.
But it wasn’t always like that.
Because one morning everything changed.
You never returned.
Everyday I asked, “Where’s Dad?”
But Mom would break down and cry.
I never understood.
Until now.
You’re gone, I thought.
And you took me with you.
And it hurts.
But why?
Why, if I gave you joy one day.
I was given sorrow forever.
Why didn’t you get to give me joy?
Why?

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