That dude was me, so I knew!
I was familiar with those words.
June continued to read.My age is 27. I’m constantly afraid. I know I’m here to stay, even if I have no idea how to be a father.”
The camera almost slid out of my hand as I fell out of my chair and slammed the floor with my knees!
I was helped back into my seat by someone standing next to me who reached for my elbow. I was unable to look at them.
“Our father,” she continued, referring to me. She had meant me all along!
My daughter stopped reading up on stage, glanced directly down the aisle at the sobbing man in row seven, and resumed.
I tumbled out of my seat!
As June read the various entries, her voice became more steady.To my three daughters. I have no idea how to accomplish this. I’m not sure how to meet your needs. However, I will remain. I’ll be the one who turns up, but I’ll never be the father you deserve.”
With a cracked voice, Ava continued where her sister had left off.Even if breakfast is burned, I swear to you that it will be served every morning. You won’t ever wonder where I am, I swear.”
Claire concluded.I adore you more than I ever imagined it was possible to love anything. “Happy first birthday!”
Ava continued her sister’s work.
Around me, the auditorium became hazy.
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