“She’s… forgetting me.”
“Who?”
“My daughter.”
“I wish I could apologize. I wish I could tell her that her Papá was trying to come home. That he loved her so much. My Coco.”
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“She’s… forgetting me.”
“Who?”
“My daughter.”
“I wish I could apologize. I wish I could tell her that her Papá was trying to come home. That he loved her so much. My Coco.”
Stop talking and start doing: My Fallout Shelter for my Tumblr blog 