To My Father
I checked my phone countless times that day.
You never called.
For the next week I was glued to my phone waiting for the day you would call to apoligize.
You never called.
I still kept my hope up for the next month.
You never called.
Each day I would tell myself, today is the day, he is going to call.
You never called.
Months passed and a a recieved a card in the mail from you "Happy Belated Birthday".
You never called.
Just a short impersonal letter.
Happy 18th birthday to me.
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