I really f’n HATE cancer (again)!
I was completely in awe of my dad from the very first time I saw him, from the very first moment my baby blues opened. I had his heart, and he had mine. I’ve been a daddy’s girl every day of my life. When mom said “no,” I’d rush off to ask dad, knowing he’d give into his only little girl. It was never a happy day until dad came home from work and I could run to the door to give him hugs and kisses. It was like I hadn’t seen him in years. He would pick me up and swing me around, even if his work day had been an unpleasant and stressful one. I cannot explain how much those little moments of happiness mean to me. Those memories overwhelm me with warmth and happiness, of safety and comfort.
Everyone always tells me I look like my mom…
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