My Father's presence in the house has become a foreign concept to me. Businees trips have bombarded his life like a down pour of canines and felines. It's sad really and kind of mean. I'm not saying it's his fault. I love him to death and when he is here he's awesome granted that sometimes he can give off drama queen vibes, but hey, aren't we all entitled a bit of time on the throne? Even when he's in town, he works crazy hours, bless him. It's a bit weird that he'll be here in a few minutes, like whoa. Also, just because I can, I would like to state that I hate the fact that I resent him for being able to travel the world while I have to sit and mope around like some crazed emo unicorn.
Peace will come, good day!
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