A poem written by Anonymous
If my father was normal and never killed my life would be very different because I would have gotten to know him a lot better.
From what I remember he was physically fit. He loved to run and do exercises every morning. He used to box.
I remember stretching with him and hitting the punching bag with him.
If he were still alive I know we would have a very strong bond. I would love to box and kick box with him. We would play football and basketball a lot.
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