Hurt
Autumn was sixteen, standing in a park in London on a Saturday morning. She had told her mother that she had gone out for a jog in the morning, but it had become more than that. Out of all the things to think about, the thoughts of her father came to her mind. She watched as young children were swept off their feet by their fathers, being carried or lifted into the air. That was one experience she never hadㅡ or never will have. She missed her father, although she never really met him. She just wanted to meet him. Know what he was like. Know what it was like to have a father. The breeze blew as the tears came. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than a father. Just then, a voice came from behind her. It was the voice of a male. She almost jumped at the sound of it. "Cryin
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