Difficult Tears

I was the center of her attention,oddly enough,I couldn’t remember when that had ever happen,but this was something special,this was something totally different,this was my daughter,and of course,I was the father,Hannah wanted anything and everything I had,this was a blessing and a curse,not everything was made for little hands and little minds,the difficult part in all of this were the tears because my world will stop

And of course begin to melt


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