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my dad would wake up in the middle of the night at 4am i would hear his footsteps and wake up too i remember being 7 years old wondering if he was okay i would wake up with just a feeling he wasn't i would tiptoe down the stairs and ask him why he was up he would look at me and faintly smile "sometimes i can't sleep" "me too" "we're the same" "i know" some months i would have a nightmare a day some months none some nights i could find my dad downstairs
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
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my dad would wake up in the middle of the night at 4am i would hear his footsteps and wake up too i remember being 7 years old wondering if he was okay i would wake up with just a feeling he wasn't i would tiptoe down the stairs and ask him why he was up he would look at me and faintly smile "sometimes i can't sleep" "me too" "we're the same" "i know" some months i would have a nightmare a day some months none some nights i could find my dad downstairs
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
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