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  • I know how to miss something even if it is sitting right next to you.

    We were riding in his car, on our way to pay a visit to family. Small talk was occurring, about everyday life, about his new puppy, about my recent visit to the hospital. And the talks were literally small.

    "How did it go, ok?"
    "Yeah, fine"

    Small. Did I want them to be larger? No, I don't think so. Conversations weren't really his brand mark. Meaningful conversations that is. So I would settle with the small, unmeaning talks.

    The visit to his family was fine. Nothing special. Again with the small talks. And after an hour and a half we would take the same drive, back home. Well, after he drove me to my home, he would drive on further to his.

    Talk, hug, cry, laugh, scream, share. I would have loved to do that. But after another small talk about soon seeing each other again, and a small peck on the cheek, the meeting was over. Bye dad.

    I know how to miss someone even if he is sitting right next to you.
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