Dad

At 38, as a father of 2 and under some of the heaviest stress possibly of my life, now, only now do I realise just how much I need my Dad.

There’s a voice in your head that you summon up under specific circumstance to help you be something you need to be. As much as you hate it, often that voice is an echo of your parents. I wish his voice was louder now…

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