When I think back on my life, and I pull memories from individual days, all I remember is you. You are my hero, from my first memory; saving my ball that day, when I let it roll into the canal when I was not even two. I see you, standing there with the rake, pulling it out of the water, saving my favorite thing of the moment from floating away into eternity.
I do not see mom anymore accept as a ghost wandering through my dreams floating as warmth in my heart and head for brief moments. But I still see you. My hero. I hope that you will return one day to be that again.
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