I'm Looking down at my daughter. Damn dose she have her fathers eyes. Big & brown, kinda like a puppy. They just draw you in. everything about her is him, the way she laughs, how she thinks, she the girl version of him..
I hold her as she goes back to sleep & I start to cry. Damn I miss him so much. His touch, his cinnamon smell, his humor, his morning love making, everything. Even though I miss him, but I couldn't stand the Secrets, the holding in, the closed-off-ness of him. As tears roll off my cheeks, I start to sing out My Broken Down Blues...
"Lost Friends To Lovers"
Dad told me real love happens once and when it does, never hide your feelings.
Too bad, he told me late. I held them and lost her.
Until I found her again.
Blue-eyed, brown hair. That dimple on the right cheek, it hasn't changed much. Well, she hasn't changed much either. I can feel her body exuding the same warmth as the old times, her innocence still shining bright like it used to. This little surprise is racing my heart even when she is far from me...wait? Far? With her eyes busy finding something in her handbag, she is coming toward me. Me. Is my back erecting? What is she doing here? In a school? Is she my son's teacher? I find myself curious now.
But then, she takes a seat beside me and smiles at the teacher.
I can not help but wonder.
Is she a parent too?
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