28 March 2012
You were away Far away. Not fighting a war, like I know some people's dads are. But still in a barren, frozen land. And at least you come home. Almost guaranteed, actually. But I still miss you. It scared me when you were gone. I thought of people breaking in. I thought of bears attacking you and killing you and then I'll be fatherless. I know better now. I don't cry anymore on the day you leave. But I still get a sense of relief and comfort when you come home. The same feeling I got today. :)
By Katie, thought up in 2006, when I was in second grade and altered in 2012, today.
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