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The sweetness, that bitterness

Posted on November 3, 2014 by admin

There is a bottle of honey up in my kitchen cabinet. It has a orange cover. I think it would taste pretty good. Except, I’m reluctant to open it. I’m afraid that it will soon deplete and I have to throw the bottle away.

So, I do not even touch it. I can’t even bear to touch it. Like all the other perishable products that dad gave me. That honey was the last thing papa gave me. I don’t even want to use it, don’t want to touch it. So that it stays forever in the exact same position.

Like my love for you, and your love for me dad. Forever. I miss you so so much. Your love is like a warm blanket, your smiles are warm, laughter are rare but flamboyant.

Miss you much daddy.

 

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