my dad thinks that whenever he gets a call from me, it's either because my car is broken or my computer. which is usually the case. my dad's really good at that stuff. fixing things. he fixes things when they seem to be un-fixable.
like perspective. when my life is un-fixable, and i'm walking in the shambles of what i thought was reality, my dad lifts me up. i see the view of my life from up in an airplane; when little things that seemed to matter are small in comparison to the big landscape.
and when i was mad at the missionary, i came home and he gave me a big hug. ready to fight my battle.
thanks dad. i know life's not being fair right now, but i love you. despite everything.
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