First Perspective

I starred at the thin piece of cardboard in my hand, decorated with miniature drawings of daisies and poppies. On the left hand side, the words "Missing you Daddy" was inscribed into the card. I picked up my pen and dipped it into the pot of ink, slowly I began to move it along the right hand side of the card, "Dear Daddy," my eyes began to water, struggling, I looked at the ceiling, fighting to keep the tears inside. "I miss you." as I wrote I mouthed the words, a tear dripped out the corner of my eye. More tears. They splattered onto the card, seeping in and making it soggy, I pulled my head back and began to violently rub my eyes. I was crying very loudly. I heard Mummys feet run up the stairs and into my room, she ran towards me with her arms spread and gave me a comforting hug. "It'll be alright," she said "Daddy will be home soon." she would say that a lot, 'Daddy will be home soon' I couldn't tell if it was me she was reassuring.

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It's my birthday today Daddy and I'm glad you're with me now. I can feel your presence now. "George!" Mum said, "blow out the candles!" I blew them out with a gust of wind. I looked at her, she smiled, that smile that looked so empty, her eyes that looked so lonely. She doesn't think you're still with us Daddy. She tries to tell me that you're gone, that you're in heaven now, but I know thats not true. It's like you're right next to me Daddy. I still miss your voice, and the way we used to play together, I miss you Daddy.