I clearly don't remember this picture, but when I look at it, I always wonder how I felt with you holding me like that. At such a young age, I never knew hatred, resentment, or contempt. All I knew was that you were my Dad, the one I would run back to if I needed to be in a comfortable area.
It's such a shame how the human mind evolves as we move through the stages of life. Why can't we stay the way we were before our minds were filled with nonsensical negativity? Why can't we go back in the day?
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