Day two

Thoughts from way back (many years ago),

I miss my daily life that I had. Its strange being alone in an empty house. Thoughts racing through my mind on how to afford this house that my daughter has grown up in and all she knows. I miss my daughter running into my arms. Now its just an empty house. I wonder what my daughter is going to think when she realizes that she is not coming home again. That this house is not the same as her house as it was before.

I was walking out side and I can see ghost images of my daughter running through the yard. Climbing her tree that she loves to read books in. Playing in her sandbox or playing restaurant in her play house.