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previous night, i dreamt of my hero father. as i opend my eyes, i see Dad's photo frame at e egde of my bed.
i remembered having a dream. i felt as tho, i have spoken to him. i have felt him after - so long.


in my dream it was painful. i remembered i askd him, ''these years you were away, i have been bad.''

''are you mad thAat i have not been good?''


he told me, ' i know youve tried your best'


he gave me more inspiration to be my better self. it feels painful not to cry bcus, i have been trying to do myself at better self, greater heights.


i really love you, my Hero.