You died when I was only in the third grade. Mommy told me that you were sick and needed some help. You went to the big city and stayed for months. I visited you every single week, sometimes even more. Then after school got out for the summer, I was with you almost every day. I missed not being able to be around you even for just one second. You were my life, I was always your little girl and wanted to keep you forever. I still am your little girl just changed in a big way. But you left me here to fend for myself. I was scared of going on with my life with out a dad.
It has been 5 years now, and I'm waiting to meet you again one day. It wont take long for I hate it here, I wish I could could just be with you again!
