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Everyday, people dream over what their life could be like and dawn over what their life could have been like.  They ponder over past memories in order to create some new ones, but have they ever seen their own lives flash before their own eyes. Their own lives flash before their own eyes in broad daylight rather then through the media of their minds. I have seen a glimpse of my own life via my own reality.

In the past when I was younger, I yerned for only one. In the present as I grow older, I learn from only one. In the future when I become wiser, I shall give thanks to only one. And so shall she; the little girl sitting ten feet away. The little girl sitting who squirms and giggles with her father; her father is her only hero, her father is her only chance. He is the father who raises his little girl up when she cannot reach. He is the father who opts to spend the day with his little girl rather then the day to himself. And he is the father who has made his little girl  everything that she is today.

Imagine the scene; sitting in a practically empty restaurant at an hour where this young girl should already be tucked into bed. The two sit across from each other at a table that could fit six more, barely touching their meals. They are too busy talking, talking about whatever simple thought popped into their heads, discussing every minor detail of it.  Now, imagine the emotions; they are at opposite extremes. A lighthearted spirit is compacted in the tiny body of a little girl. An unstable worrier is floating in the mind of a father. She ponders over nothing while he ponders over everything. He ponders over tomorrow, over next week, over next year. He questions what will come from each of these set periods. Due to the absence of a mother figure, he is only a single parent responsible for a single life. He would give anything for her smiling face. He would give everything for her happiness. For he is in love with who she has become, he is in love with who she has made him become.

This is my father, this is my life all but ten feet away. I am everything I am because my father loves me..

“You’ve got all you ever knew of home
You’re scared scared to see
Your mother there in the door
You wonder where did the years go

All we know is distance
We’re close and then we run
Kiss away the difference
I know you hate this one
But this is how the story ends
Or have we just begun
To kiss away the difference
I know you hate this one”

~ by Sarah Castellano on March 30, 2010 .