I miss my dad.

A lot.

On nights like this where I can't sleep I used to always be able to count on finding him already awake no matter the hour and ready to cook me something or talk to me or just sit outside and watch the deer together. I miss his laugh and his stupid jokes and the way he calls me stupid Bee-related nicknames like he has since before I can remember.

My dad is the reason I go by Bee, by the way. Nobody else in my family called me that until like high school.

That's pretty much it

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