My dad died on Fathers Day 2009. A couple months after he died my sister, Lorisa, was at my house and we were talking about him. My sister was sitting on the coach and was kind of staring off in a daze. My spunky 3 year old Mika came up and asked my sister, "What's wrong, are you sad?" Lorisa says, "Ya, I miss my daddy, he's not here anymore, he died." Mika rubs her arm and says,"Ah, it's okay we'll get you a new daddy."
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