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2001-07-17 - 1:39 p.m.
I miss her. She'll be at her grandparents for another week or so. I miss the way she wakes up...fussy and frustrated, sleepy and just like me, trying to sneak five more minutes of bad sleep. I miss the way she squeals when I pick her up from childcare....stopping whatever she's doing, and running full speed into my arms. screaming-laughing-daddy-daddy-letsgo-letsgo-into my arms --up up and away. I miss her changing her clothes three or four times a night, marching out of her closet with yet another pair of mom's old high heels ...giant beaded necklaces around her neck, half a bathing suit, a summer dress, whatever she can find that is pink, mish-moshed, unmatched, but her. I miss hotdogs skewered on her chopsticks, milk and malt, rice wrapped in salty seaweed, her favorite, kim-pab, fried chicken, peas and corn, buttery and sweet.... I miss the repeating of every single thing I say. I miss cartoons. I miss her.
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