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Sitting, wondering, thinking, imagining.  
Imagining what it would be like to go back change things.
Wondering how things would have been different.
Thinking she could have done something to change the outcome.
She closes her eyes and drifts to a place where things are like they one were.  
Everyone is there, the one she misses most is there.
He's waiting for her to run to him and hug him, tell him she loves him.
She sees him and wonders why he had to go. 
She becomes angry and wants to turn and run immeadiately because the pain is 
too real.
Instead she stands and stares.
She looks into his eyes, trying to read every emotion, trying to see what it was that 
she missed so that she can catch it if that same look of pain and hoplessness 
comes into the eyes of another that she loves so much.
He calls her to him, "come here baby, I'm sorry that I left, I just didn't see any 
other way out." 
She stands still, tears rolling down her face, she looks at him in disbelief, 
wondering how the man who was her hero is the one who has caused her the 
most pain.  
She continues to stand there, not knowing if she wants to hug him or turn away 
because he left her.  
The look on his face shows more sadness than she has ever seen, she wants 
to run to him and tell him not to give up, but it's too late for he is already gone.  
As she starts to walk toward him, his eyes begin to light up, it's as if he realizes 
she is worth living for, even if there is nothing else, his daughter loves him and 
always will.
He starts to see that he made a huge mistake.
She is still walking, the path to him seems to extend forever, like she will never 
reach him.
Finally she seems to be getting closer.
She reaches him, hugs h im like never before because she knows it will be the 
last.
She tells him how much she loves him, how sorry she is that she didn't do better, 
that she should have paid more attention to the pain he was going through.  
He just hold her and lets her cry on his shoulder, brushing her hair away from 
her face and wiping her tears away just as he did when she was little.
The pain comes back into his eyes for she is opening hers back to the reality that 
he is gone.
As she opens her eyes she is looking in the mirror and realizes that the eyes she 
saw with such pain were her own.
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