When I woke up this morning, I thought of an elderly white guy who lives a few doors down. The last time I spoke to him, he said he was going to hospital for an operation. I wondered if he'd had it done and how he was.
My friend has told me lots of stories about how life was like in the army during the 2nd World War; he left at the end of the war. He also likes talking about the good old days. He was married but his wife has long since passed away; he now lives alone. They didn't have any kids. What I love about him the most is his sense of humour. It doesn't matter how dire things seem, he always sees the funny side to it. He also calls me his little girl (not because of my height as I'm taller than him); I reckon he thinks I'm only a girl. The love I feel from him is like a father's unconditional love. Whenever he sees my mother he always asks her how his little girl is.
As soon as I came out of the house this morning, I saw my neighbour's front door was open and he waved at me. It was as if he'd been waiting for me. I went over to have a chat. I told him I'd been thinking of him and asked him how he was. He said they postponed the operation but he's expecting to have it very soon. As we were chatting, he grabbed my hands and said "You're such a lovely little girl, aren't you?" which made my heart melt.
Just before we said goodbye, he gave me a lovely hug.
There are so many opportunities to receive and give love, it's a matter of being open.
I love you too, daddy! I'll always be your little girl.
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