Disappearing dad


This happens every time that my dad goes to sea, I cry to feign interest then watch him cry more than me.

He packs his bag at the last minute before dragging his heels out the door, while his thoughts already turn to when next he’ll step ashore.

I watch from the window as he disappears from view, and although I can’t yet tell him, I guess I’ll miss him too.

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