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In the evening, when it grows quiet and the world seems to slow down, she feels his absence most acutely. Papa. Just the word itself tugs at her chest. She smiles for the outside world, but inside, she misses him all over again every day. She longs to hear his voice, to see his face—even if only through a screen. Video calls have become her lifeline: a small window that brings him briefly close once more. She counts down the moments until his name lights up on her phone. To her, this isn’t technology; it’s comfort. Because as long as she can see him, she doesn’t feel completely alone. 💙