Nothing tops the feeling after witnessing your father's tears.
It's surreal.
I had to blink a few times to realize he was crying.
I felt a certain pain,
like agony and guilt mixed together to form this word that has yet to be made.
Reacting was the hardest part.
I didn't know how to.
All I did was hold his hand.
A simple gesture that I hoped spoke for me.
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