dad came to visit the states for a week. usually I would have been able to spend all that time with him, but now that I’m in college, I was only able to see him yesterday for three hours. he drove down and back for a total of ten just so he could have dinner with me. when he left, I felt nothing. as if he had stepped into my life and left without leaving any footprints I could trace back.
this morning, while I was still asleep, he called to let me know that he was at the airport waiting for his flight back to korea. he told me the highlight of the trip was seeing me for those three hours and he couldn’t wait to come back next year to see me again. what my dad does is really incredible. if I had children, would I be able to bear living 364 days a year, looking forward to the one day of annual reunion? I love that his love for me is greater than I can ever imagine, and hate that I am growing to take that as granted and becoming apathetic about everything I used to appreciate. I used to be able to feel, but now, I’m not sure.
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