I often wonder what it feels like to have a father. I've seen kids run to their fathers with huge smiles on their faces, melting into their arms as they're warmly embraced. I've seen fathers waving at their children as they leave for school on the bus, waving until the bus disappears down the road. I've seen fathers doing everything they can just to see their children smile. I witness things like this every day, but I've never been lucky enough to experience them. I wonder if life would be different if I had a father like others do? Would he be my safe place in this chaotic world? Would I still be my father’s baby, no matter how old I grow? A part of me always aches when I see others happy with their fathers—not because I’m jealous, but because it’s something I could never have, no matter how much I long for it. Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to imagine what it would feel like to be held by him, even if just once. Maybe in another life, I’ll get the...
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