Had it really been 12 years? Had I neglected to visit my Father for so long that now I did not know what to say or do? My Father walked towards me and I ran to meet him. I flung myself into his arms and began to sob hysterically.I could tell that he too was crying from the way his body shook. I don't know why I cried. Maybe it was from relief that he didn't hate me. Or maybe it was the thought that the years that I could have spent with him and my Mother could not be brought back.
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