AMELIA

　　　 I still cried whenever I felt alone. I still cried to sleep knowing he was gone because he wanted me to live. 

　　　The feeling of losing someone I loved hit differently. It felt like I lost a part of me, a part of my soul.

　　　 I woke up to the blinding light streaming from the opened window. Or at least I felt like I just woke up when the image of my father appeared before me.

　　　 “Dad?” I sat up on the bed. I was still sleeping in the ...