Remembrance
She gazes onto the casket where her father lay; she talked
to him just a week prior. It was a short
month earlier that he came to her daughter’s second birthday celebration. He loved playing on the swings with her, she
giggled with delight, their matching strawberry-red hair catching the sunlight. She marvels at how unfair life can be, as she
feels a tug on her skirt. She turns to
see piercing blue eyes looking up at her, sensing her grief. Recognizing her father’s eyes, she embraces
her daughter and is finally able to bring herself to leave the cemetery.
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