y dad worked at the post office when I was born and well he stayed there. We stayed at our house. I always have sent him letters and asked him if we could get a kitten or a stuffed animal.

Tell your boss to let me go, my daughter wants me. The post office never let him go home. That night I dreamed that he came home and the next day we were at the pool with my mommy we saw his car. We ran home and when we got home and saw him I told him to pick me up.

I cried of happiness. Me and my dad played lincon logs and that was my dream come true