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Originally uploaded by Missy Mao

July 3rd, 2007
1:00 p.m.

Oliver W. Hamlet died.

This man was my father. This man is also someone that I was so very sure that I hated for everything he put me through while I was growing up. That is until I broke down on the drive home from work.

I was talking to someone that I hold very dear when I broke down. Even though he had his own things to do, he let me come over to his house. It wasn't for a very long time, but I don't care. He didn't expect me to talk or to do anything. He let me cry and held me while I cried. For the first time in my life, someone kissed me while I cried. He didn't care that I was all red-faced, tear-stricken, and runny-nosed. He kissed me anyway.

To this man that I can not possibly ever deserve (You know who you are if you read this) - I am sorry that I called you crying. Came over to your house crying. I'm sorry that I kept you from leaving earlier. I'm sorry that I was a bother. I'm sorry that I can't help but be sorry even though you told me that I never have to be sorry. You are amazing and wonderful, and you deserve so much in life. I hate that you don't have it, but I hope to help you get it.