As the window rolls down further, the tears get heavier, as the wind hits my
face sharper, the tears cant hold much longer, and as I begin to loose sight
of him, the tears begin to roll down silently. For some reason that day hit
me the most. It was not’t long after the divorce, my brother was taking us
back to our mothers, and ill never forget the look on my fathers face as he
just stood at the doorstep crying and waving goodbye. To see such a strong
man cry because he feels he’s lost everything in life important to him, and
to see him waving goodbye, followed by walking inside and asking god.. why?
 
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