It's twenty-four years now.
It was a typical day, really, and I couldn't understand why I was crushed with sadness on my drive home, until I recognized the date.
Every year, it's the same.
Love you, Dad.
It's twenty-four years now.
It was a typical day, really, and I couldn't understand why I was crushed with sadness on my drive home, until I recognized the date.
Every year, it's the same.
Love you, Dad.
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