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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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