Dad

Hey Dad

Tears welling up in my eyes, I write this one sided letter, hoping you will respond to it,

like you always did when I was kid, at least in my dreams.

I always wonder daddy, why you wouldn’t come in my dreams,

though I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, thinking how bad a daughter I was

To ignore your calls when you called me with love. The best sort of unconditional love. You know what dad? Now, no one calls me, and I miss your call so dearly.

I would give my everything just to get a call from you, you saying that you love me the most.

Little did I know that all that love would end soon, I swear, I would never have ignored your calls.

I really don’t deserve a great man like you as my father Nanna.

You’ve left us in chaos, left me in chaos, I don’t know how to get out of this dad.

This mess for which I’m responsible. I wish I could hug you and cry my heart out daddy.

I miss your hug, which heals me from everything. I miss you.

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