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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

well its fathers days soon. It got me thinking a little. I’ve never really celebrated father’s day before. Only because I don’t have a father to be with. He’s out and about somewhere on this earth. I’ve seen a couple people today who told me they didn’t say happy father’s day to their dad, I was just like wow. My dad left me when I was two, or even younger. Everytime I bring him up, my mom has this serious face on her and she doesn’t like to talk about him. I just wonder if him and his family ever think about me. Do they ever think about the daughter he had about fifteen years ago? Do they even know I still exist on this earth? Are they ever going to try finding me one day? I think about him from time to time. I don’t even know my grandparents names and I found out his full name last year. My last name is supposed to be Ly not Do. So Sandy ly? Nah. I think Sandy Dosounds better, hehe. I only have one picture of him holding me as a baby left, that’s my only evidence or connection with him. I think everyone should appreciate their father’s more. I only have little care from my mother and I never had a father’s care perspective.

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I make one mistake you start to blow up. I really don’t understand why when you talk to me you’re always “in a bad mood” or you give me glares like I did something wrong. It’s like you’re not happy talking to me. I see you talking to your friends and you laugh and joke around, living the good life. But when you talk to me, you yell or insult me as if what comes out of my mouth is something you have to disagree to. I really don’t remember the last time talking to you and you had a smile on your face.

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Monday, June 21, 2010

Dear baby,

It’s only been a while,4ish months. You mean the whole world to me. You’re the one that makes me happy whenever I’m sad and the one that makes me happier when I’m at the top of the world you do things that i ask you to do. You’re the first I introduced to my parents, one that I let share everything with me. All my spare time goes to you now, I love you heaps baby. I guess we cant see each other that often but as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. I love you and already miss you like hell<3


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