-1 A young woman stood looking down at a headstone a silent tear rolling down her cheek. She was very beautiful. 19 years old with long auburn colored hair and hazel eyes. She'd been coming here everyday since the funeral six months previously. "I miss ya, daddy," she would whisper. "I miss ya so much it hurts." She would stand there letting the tears fall, hoping she would heal soon from the ache in her heart, but, knowing she probably never would. Finally, she would turn and walk away. Try to get on with her life and ease the pain in her heart. Ever since the day her daddy died it felt like someone had stabbed her with a dull knife and just kept turning it one more notch each day.
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A 16 year old boy was standing in the cemetery looking at a headstone and letting his tears fall. He couldn't care less if anyone saw him or not. He was a handsome boy, some would even call him beautiful. He stands 6' 1" with dark wavy hair and gray eyes looking so much like his daddy that people would often mistake him for his daddy till they saw his eyes. He had been coming here for the last six months since the funeral. "I miss ya, Daddy," he would whisper. "I miss ya so much. Not sure how I'm gonna make it without ya here, yet, but, I'm gonna try. Wanna make ya proud of me." Finally, he would turn and walk away. Try to get on with his life and ease the pain in his heart. Ever since the day his daddy died it felt like someone had stabbed him with a dull knife and just kept turning it one more notch each day.