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Dec 2018
There he stood at the door
Trying to let go of the warm hand that held him
She wanted him to hold her back
But he pushed her away a little more
You shall be fine without me, he whispered to her
With a kiss on the forehead, he left her crying
And the father waved goodbye
At the first day of her school drop-off.
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