The person I miss a lot is my father.
When I was young we used to do lots of things, like show me how
to work and go fishing and he
taught me how to drive a car. When I was fourteen he died of cancer.
Now that I’m in prison I think about all the things we did
together when I was young. Now I have to do the same with my kids.
I wish he were alive so he can see my kids. Now that he is gone,
I miss him a lot.
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