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“Dad is not moving,” Miranda screamed. “Help me wake him up,” scared little Miranda said.
I was calm and desperately trying to get a hold of 911 as soon as I noticed the pool of blood he was lying in. “Miranda, what do we do when we are scared?”
“You call fairy godmother to help you,” Miranda said in-between sobs.
Finally, the medic arrived and pronounced dad, dead. I kept staring at his limp, lifeless body as he was carried away. “No, dad. Don't leave us. You promised to be there at all times. Please — don't do this,” I begged.
Suddenly, he stood before me, smiling. “Pumpkin, I am happy that you are happy. I didn't leave you. I will always be with you at all times. Don't let the past scare you from moving ahead. The future is bright and beautiful, please enjoy it. Learn
