Well my dad goes in for surgery on wednesday. I’m kinda nervous, don’t know what’s going on, don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I’m 3000 miles away and although they say that it’s safe, and everything looks good, I’m dying inside because of the “what if’s”. What if something goes wrong, and I never see him again? God, life isn’t supposed to be this way, I should be at home, with my brothers and sisters, not raging silently on my keyboard at work, tucked into my cubicle, not making waves in my cubefarm.

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