Her family wasn't the regular Sunday-dinner type of family. It wasn't even your everyday dysfunctional family. Nevertheless, he was her father and she was his little girl and here she was, beside him, during his final moments.
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About the Author
I like writing. I like reading. I like the feel of a paper as it gently brushes under my thumb or as my pen skims rapidly over its surface. I like empty notebooks and the promises they hold. Just as I like a book with its pages filled with the imaginations from minds afar. There are so many stories to be told and listened to in this world and this is, but, a small beginning.