I grew up without him by my side. I never had a chance to hold his hand, to hear his voice, to be known that I am his girl. The only time I saw him was when he's lying on the coffin, breathless, emotionless.
If I could only had a chance to go back in time, I'd go back when I still have the time to meet my dad. To tell him I love him. I really do.
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