100 Years Project Anthology
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how strong his flame of determination burned.<br />
As usual, I return to bed, and the next day begins. I wake up, eat,<br />
and occupy myself in my room and on the balcony. I then assist my<br />
mother and go upstairs to my bed and back to the balcony. I reach<br />
my canopy, and try to connect with him, but - there’s something<br />
wrong. I can’t feel him there. It’s like my mind reaches out and<br />
grabs at – nothing.<br />
Options spring to my mind like daffodils in the spring – could<br />
he be returning? Or was it – I didn’t dare. He was coming back, I<br />
hoped he was. Death couldn’t get my father. Only life could. Hope.<br />
And it was sheer hope that ran through me as I fell asleep.<br />
As usual.