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[Aaliyah]

 once I got into my apartment I could'nt stop thinking about the morning I've had. His smile was perfect, The way he held my hand reminded me of how my dad used to do it. I miss him and it took everything in me not to cry in front of Tk. I ran to my bedroom and into my closet and found a dusty old unpacked box in the corner that I never opened since I moved here. By now I could'nt help the water fall of tears coming down my face as I opened the box filled with memorabilia of my dad. It was two years ago when he died but it still hurts as if it happened yesterday. If only I could remember it like it was yesterday then maybe his case wouldn't go unsolved. Still rummaging through the box of things I found a neatly folded piece of paper marked

"To: Marcus J. Campbell....From: Your loving daughter Aaliyah" 

I remember this was the letter I wrote to put in his casket but never could bring myself to do so. I was so angry that I just wrote what I felt like I saw and not what I was supposed to write which was how I felt about my dad. Instead of writing how much I was going to miss my dad or how much I loved my dad I wrote that I was gonna find out who hit him, that I was gonna kill the person who killed him that day. I opened the note and read it aloud to myself each word written caused a new tear to trickle down my now puffy face.

"Dear Daddy Dearest.

          You hate me don't you? Why did you leave, why did you die when we needed you the most!?! You did'nt deserve this, all you did was mind your own business. All you did was do your regular everyday routine, How could this happen in the quite neighborhood we lived in. It was around eight when you went to go do your nightly jog like you always did because you complained to mom that it was to hot to run in the day time. And before you walked out the front door you told us you'd be back before we missed you but this time you did'nt come back. Mom and I went looking for you that night, We ran for hours searching for you! I gave up running and mom was so endured that when she saw a light in the distance she ran towards it leaving me behind. When I finally caught up to her she was talking to some mysterious person in a car and when I approached the person reversed and drove off without looking back. I just stood there dumbfounded until I saw what the car left behind. It was you dad! You left us! You promised you'd be back! You lied, You said  that you loved us but here you were....laying in the middle of the street drenched in a puddle of your own blood. That's when I knew you weren't coming back. That's when I started to scream and cry..... I cried till I blacked out but not before making the people in the neighborhood call the police and come out of their homes to witness you...witness that you were never coming back like you promised. And I hate you for that.

                                                -Sincerely your now and forever fucked up child...."

By the time I was done reading the dreadful letter I wrote to my dad I realized I cried so hard I got a migraine. I packed the belongings back in the box and placed the box under my bed. After I finally got myself together I went to the bathroom and showered. I always felt free in the shower and I felt that's where I could release some built up tension that I could also release when I danced, But the way this headache set up dancing was'nt an option and the shower was my only resort. When I was done I trudged to my medicine cabinet and grabbed an Advil p.m from the bottle while contemplating whether I should take one or two.....I settled for one. Right now the only thing I could do is take these pills and sleep the rest of the day away.

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