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My dad loves coffee, patties, biscuits. One day at the hospital I introduced him to chili soup and he loved it. Saturdays used to be our day ( it was our father and daughter day) he used to call me « my princess » « my girl » and many other cute names. In high school he paid for my phone even if I never used the phone… he left me a voicemail saying «  I love you » I replay it daily especially when I feel alone. 

The love I have for my dad is special, he was my rock by just knowing he was there I felt like I had someone. It’s 2 am and I am crying because I miss him. I feel a hole in my heart… my numbness is wearing off a little bit. I still can’t bring myself to delete his phone numbers in my phone. I want to see him, I want to tell him how much I love hm and how sorry I am.