Fragment XIII

I’ve talked to you many times. This time I could tell something was off. Tears ran down your cheeks. Your eyes were bloodshot. You told me your twenty year old daughter was dead. In that moment I got a glimpse of a fathers grief. I was mad at how unfair the world can be. A father should not have to bury his daughter.

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