Sunday, June 20, 2010

To My Fawshaw,


Dear Dad,

Thanks for coming up all this way to visit me. It meant the world to me.
When we were saying our good byes I didn't want you to leave.
I wanted to run after you and hug you forever.
I miss you everyday. I hate that I don't get to see you as often as I would like.
It is why I treasure every moment with you.

Love always,

Your daughter.

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