12h
I'm still the little girl that runs to her father when she hears he's home
But that girl stopped waiting and he walks in alone
I still feel the joy of when he carried me, I felt like a princess he was my brave knight;
now I just sit alone with him in no sight
Even though I wished that these moments could last
I think it's safe to say I grew up too fast
But that girl stopped waiting and he walks in alone
I still feel the joy of when he carried me, I felt like a princess he was my brave knight;
now I just sit alone with him in no sight
Even though I wished that these moments could last
I think it's safe to say I grew up too fast
There's nothing I miss more than my relationship with my father. We made many memories until it all just stopped. Now we barely talk. Today I saw this video of him surprising me with something I really wanted, the video wasn't even sad but it still made me cry, I wish these moments could truly last and now it's safe too say that I grew up too fast.
(14/F/Canada)
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