The month of July has been the toughest month of my 27 years of existence. My father, the person dearest and most important to my heart passed away. I thought I am ok. I thought I have accepted it. But the longer the days passed since he left us the hardest for me, for my family. At night, I often wake up thinking about him. One night, I woke up telling myself that his passing is all just a bad dream. But no, despite how much I try to convince my self, the dream is simply that - a dream.
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