Twelve

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"Hey daddy, how ya' been." I softly whispered to my father's grave

"If you can't see already, my life is out of whack." I laughed. "I just wanted to tell you, I miss you severely. And, I apologize for not having the incredible future you wanted me to live. I apologize for not a fearless woman, running companies and being a CEO. I'm sorry for being such a dumb bitch, excuse my language daddy, that I get sent to an asylum. That I couldn't properly deal with my situation, and turned to sex for comfort."

"I know you weren't about that, and never wanted any of us to drive down that road. Yet here I am, owning a whole car company on that block." I giggled. "I hope you're having an amazing time up there. I'll talk to you soon, I love you." I finished off by kissing his headstone and analyzed it closely. It read:

Here lies the body of Evan Michael Veronie Lawson

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Loving son, father, and husband

He is survived by his eldest son, and two young daughters

May his soul rest in eternal peace

Sept. 5, 1947 - Aug. 4, 1981

Til' this day, his death scarred me...

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"Daddy, who's that?" I asked my father, curious as to who he was standing with in his old photo album.

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