Can you fix it?

When I was little dad used to help me a lot by repairing the insignificant things which surrounded me and my special world. There was always something stupid to repair: a doll house, a chair, a bed, a table.
You know, I had a very fertile imagination and my doll house looked like a frame of some strange real home. This is why dad was a permanent handyman around the mini-house of "Sweet" family(that was my doll's surname) being paid in hugs and smiles. Every maintenance had the same rite. I always asked him in a flattering manner to help me, he always said no, then I started to beg and cry so painfully that he always ended up taking his tools and trying to solve my vital problems.
It was a very comforting feeling of knowing that I could always count on him. He was there for me no matter what.
He used to be an animated component of my world....Now he is just a decorating component of it... Time always destroys human relationships.

I sometimes look at him and I see in his eyes the unsaid question "What's wrong?". I want to go to him and say "My heart is broken. Can you fix it?", but I just walk away silently because I know that he doesn't have anymore the magic toolbox or the skills to fix something in my life.

Reamonn - Star

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