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I love my father more than anything. Being the only girl in my family, I've always had an extra special relationship with him. Since I've been gone, I've shed tears over various sweet, sentimental emails and letters, but the ones from my father have hit me especially hard. I thought I was being so strong these last few days in Gaming, trying my best to enjoy every last moment to the fullest, but I spoke too soon as today I woke up to an email from him, that rejoicing over my return. I cannot share all of it with you because it is far too precious, but here is the closing paragraph; "While you will come home to your "uncultured, untraveled family," I never bought the idea that you can't go home again. YOUR HOME hasn't changed a single bit (perhaps much to our collective chagrin), and while your experiences have necessarily changed you, and the boys will be a little taller, none of it changes the fundamental fact that you are still our baby girl, still my princess, and still a big sister (and to some a "mini-mom"). You CAN come home again, and in 91.5 hours, HOME you will be . . . I can hardly wait! Love, Daddy" 86 and a half hours, Daddy. 86 and a half. That's 5, 190 minutes. Or 311, 400 seconds.
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