/r/TwoSentenceSadness
In my dream my daughter battled an implacable enemy using steel, death rays, and at the end, poison, but it was a fight she couldn't win.
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I felt the warmth of his tiny hand draw across my face, how carefully he caressed my cheek in that cold hospital room as the cancer slowly made the last of me wither away.
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