As time gets closer, I’m not gonna lie.
I’m starting to panic, I am sweating, freezing, my heart is merely is my head, thumping.
I don’t like to have to depend on anyone but myself. As of now I don’t have a choice in the matter.
In less than 2 weeks, I may have a dream come true, I may not.
All I know is we haven’t been able to go to the park anymore, the museums, not the mall either. Less it is in and out.
Too much pain.
I know how my dad felt now. Year after year for 4 years he would randomly ask. “Will you let me go now?”
I would selfishly say, “NO” and selfishly add in, “We still need you!”
He would ask why I still needed him, I would reply”because I love you.” He told me that wasn’t a good enough…
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