It’s 2 AM, and here I am, lying awake, with thoughts of my dad swirling in my mind. It’s funny how the quiet of the night can bring back memories, both good and bad. I can’t help but think about the day he walked out of my life. That moment changed everything for me. I remember feeling abandoned, like a piece of my heart was suddenly missing. I was left to navigate the world without him, trying to understand why he chose to leave. There were so many questions that lingered, and I felt a mix of anger and sadness that I couldn’t shake off. Now, at 2 AM, I realise that those feelings still haunt me. I think about the moments we never had—the conversations we didn’t share, the guidance I missed when I needed it most. It’s hard to reconcile the love I wanted to give with the pain of his absence. Even now, I wish things could have been different, that I could have had the chance to know him and build a relationship. But instead, I’m left with memories of what could have been, and the ache of longing for a father who chose to walk away.
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