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A Daughter flashback


She was about 9 and small in a white dress,around the time her father had passes she didn't think it was true because how he genuinely was so when she heard the news she cried her eyes out like she saw it happened in front of her  and  of course she didn't stop,  she begin to call his phone thinking he would pick up thinking it wasn't real  but yet it was her whole world collapsed in front of her. She saw him up in the casket she broke down on her knees 

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