Sunday, September 30, 2012

Encrypted

Yesterday I called my dad after Kelly and Jason left

T: Daddy, I'm really blessed that you're my dad. Daddy, I'm really blessed that mommy's my mommy. I'm really really blessed.

D: Mmmph. It's no problem.

T: Dad. Did you know I love writing? Did you know that I write a lot? I wish I can write to you. I wish I could express myself to you better than how I know to express myself to you.

D: It's fine. Life is like this.

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