Friday, June 12, 2009

I miss my daddy

by teresa

He was the only one who would stop me from going to the grocery store late at night.
I would start my car and he would run out and bar me from leaving. "It's too's dangerous", he would plead.
He worried.
That was nice.
Now people would send me out at any hour, for anything they needed.
Late? Whatever....just get me my soda.

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