It’s been nice to get some things done, but I want to spend time with them again. I want to roll around wrestling with Celia, and get her to giggle when I kiss her belly. I hope she remembers me.
Last night I said to my housemate, “I don’t want my daughter to forget me. She’s been away a long time for such a little kid.”
“She won’t forget you, Ephie,” she said. But then she went on to say, “When I was her age my dad went on a trip for a month and when he came back I didn’t remember him at all.”
Is that supposed to encourage me? I’m starting to miss her even more now.
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