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Not knowing my mother was never something that crossed my mind all that much. It didn’t matter, I still had you. I was always so close to you and tried my best to take care of you as much as you took care of me, though as worked affected you more and more, it became progressively more difficult to take care or really even see you. That being said, I never blamed you for it. Hell, if anything I was pissed at the people making you work so hard. But I’d never pin that kinda thing on you, I know how important your work is and how you were also just working to support the both of us

We had more than enough to not have to worry about not getting to eat one day or the next, even though the pay didn’t seem worth loosing my own dad. The both of us were probably just as excited for when this project was finally finished. I was completely unaware that this was the morning that would finally come true. I looked at you with big wide eyes and didn’t care about potentially embarrassing myself when I let out a loud surprise squeal, running right over and tightly hugging you. “Really??? It’s all finished??? That’s so amazing daddy!!! It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize... but I expect to get some cuddle time when I get home mr~” I laughed and snuggled into your mane, clinging tightly to you before pulling away and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. Holding your hand, I had a hard time knowing I’d have to leave for school.... but you looked like you needed some sleep...

No matter how badly I wanted to stay, I gave you one more kiss and tight hug before quickly grabbing my bag and running out to hop on the bus. It wasn’t too surprising that this ended up being probably one of the longest days of my life. I spent the whole time just thinking about you and what we’d do when I got back home. It helped pass the time to think of a mental list, but only just barely. The longest was my very last class of the day. It was impossible for me to pay attention, only thinking about finally being able to just eat dinner with you and relax on the couch, that’s probably what I was most excited for. As soon as that bell ran off I made a break for it right to the busses, having already grabbed my bag and was ready to leave. I was terrible at keeping up conversation with my friends then, only thinking about getting home. I sort of exhausted myself just waiting to come home all day, but judging by how you looked when I left you could probably still use a nap. I hopped off the bus as soon as it got to my house and ran right inside, practically kicking the door down as I looked around “Daddy!!!!! Dad, I’m home!!! Hehe where are ya at?? Hmmm might still be sleeping...”