I found you online yesterday. I shuffled through photographs you had posted. I made one brash remark to my sibling about how it's not your style to "friend" me. I felt it wasn't your style to wonder what your daughter was doing, or how she walks through life, as a person. And I forget you are human sometimes, as you always seem larger than life. You always can do anything, solve anything, be anything, a heroic non-human with unintentional, but sometimes obvious flaws.

I skimmed through your photo album, got lost in the stories that filled my head and returned back to find three photos of me towards the last page. You captioned them all. Never would I have assumed you to write something, to be aware of something outside of yourself, but there you are writing "my beautiful daughter" and I soften, as sometimes I do.

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