It's been over 8 months since my dad left. He's been in Baghdad for a long time. I don't know how I do it. I cry at late at night when I want him safe, think of all the things we've done, and so my mom can't see.
I cry because no one cares, not even the church. And now there's a big change in me. We're almost there. And he's almost safe. I love him, and I hope he's safe. And for all the people who don't care about the men fighting in Iraq, let me know, for when the war comes here, they WON'T be helping you. I can't wait until June. Hopefully, he'll be home. Hopefully. heart heart heart
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My Awful Life That I Wish Was Like My Book
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May the moon softly restore you by night.