- Yesterday was my biological father's birthday.
Or, would have been.
He died when I was 2.
Yesterday, I finally went up to the cemetery, found his grave, and said my goodbyes...something I've wished for the chance to do for a very long time. I took Kylie with me. I know she's not old enough to begin to understand what it was all about (though, being a doll, she gave me hugs when she noticed I looked a bit sad)...but I guess I like to think that if he's watching somehow, he could see us.
I hope he's proud.
I am. (:
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