I miss having a father who teaches me things. One who puts his arms around me and says, you will be ok. A man who is soft, kind and forgiving. One who brings me chocolate on Valentine's day and never forgets my birthday.
But how can I miss what I never had?
Because I dream. And sometimes my dreams are prettier than in real life. So I think, even if I had this type of father, would I still feel something is missing?
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