After having a moment to let reality sink in I questioned the child in question and realized that it's not as big of a deal and I had initially built it up to be. You see this particular spawn of mine is a carbon copy, a veritable pod person. She's just as big of a hermit and loner as I am. She didn't miss me because she knew that I was there if she needed me, and vice versus.
Thinking about my daughter has gotten me to think about the rest of my family and the poor communication skills involved. I have a father I haven't spoken to in at least a year, heck that whole side of my family might as well be strangers. I haven't spoken to anyone on that side for maybe five years. I should reach out and see how things are. I never realized how important family members were until I lost my daughters (so to speak).
Short story for week 09
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