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I wish she would have looked more like her than me. I thought of it while looking at her amusing face which made me think just how much time it has been since she was born and how much time I lost spending with her. 

"Ayla", I called out her name just the way I called the love of my life. 

"Yes, bad uncle", she replied, making me feel an ache in my heart. 

I didn't think there would be a time when my daughter would call me uncle for being a wicked uncle. I can feel the sorrow lingering through my skin, making me feel every single bit of pain. 

"How was your day when you used to live in another place?" I asked. 

"It was fun", she smiled. 

"Could you explain to me?" I asked. 

"Yes", she said. 

"So I always get up quickly at morning and roam in

 The entire place, but mom keeps on sleeping. So I always go to Aunt Kylie's room and make her face look like a joker with her make ups." She giggled.