For The Daughters Who Miss Their Fathers

To my beautiful searcher,

My darling, I know that he was your king. He stood, and all those monsters under your bed went away. I remember once, waking up mid-scream, the only name on my lips was Dad. Ran, bared-feet to his arms to complain, that these demons don’t go away. He came, like a king, making decrees and prayed into that space, spoke peace within my being, and I knew in that moment, that this is what a man should be.

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