My dad told me, on my 10th birthday, as he gave me my first beer, that one day, I'd know true happiness. That there'd be a moment where everything made sense, that I'd work everything out, and be truly happy.
I took that to heart, and worked hard at everything, at my job, at my sweetheart, at everything. And I eagerly awaited that moment.
It never came.
When I drunkenly wrapped my car round that tree, my dad was the first ghost I saw, and I asked what I'd missed.
His attempt to give me what he never had, apparently.
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