The Sickness

I hear his deep voice echoing through me. I smile. I feel like I haven’t seen him in ages. Maybe I haven’t. Memories from when I was younger replay in my head. I wish he would lift me up and pin me around in the air. I wish he would carry me up to bed when I fell asleep in the car.

We can all wish for lots of things. Doesn’t mean those wishes come true.

I wish my father was still alive.

I wish I could still hear the sound of his laugh, that spread through you like spilling honey.

I wish

So... what do you guys think so far?Just to start off with the doom and gloom, but this part is important...