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hot story: DADDY'S GIRL

The Saga of a Repressed Love.

I will never forget that tragic day, July 14th, 2002. That was the day I lost the love of my life in an automobile accident. My lovely wife, Caroline, was driving home from the grocery store when a drunk driver ran a stop sign, abruptly ending her life.
I still haven't gotten over losing her. Ican't imagine ever trying to replace her love with another woman, having only dated a few times over the past ten years since her death. Those few dates weren't even my idea, friends and co-workers were constantly trying to set me up, hoping to put an end to my ten year state of depression.
Caroline and I were married young, after dating throughout high school and having a baby during our junior year. Caroline dropped out of school to take care of our little baby, Angela when she was only 16 years old. We were married the day after my high school graduation, in 1992.
I won't lie, it's been a tough life at times, even before the accident. I usually worked two jobs to provide for my family as Caroline wanted to stay home and raise our daughter. My primary job was as an automobilemechanic at a Ford dealership but I picked up odd jobs here and there as well, just enough to make ends meet.
As Angela entered kindergarten, Caroline took a job working part-time as a waitress, making pretty good money at it too. I was able to cut back to just my primary job and go to school at night, hoping to better provide for my family. I graduated only a year before she died, earned a degree in accounting and quickly found a great job makingtwice what I was earning as an auto-mechanic. Life was looking up.
I won't go into details about how hard Angela took the loss of her mother, I think that goes without saying. My little Angel, that's what I called Angela, was a spitting image of her Mom. She looked so much like her that at times I even slipped and called her Caroline. Angel was a beautiful young lady, now twenty years old. She attended college nearby while living at home with me.
I must...
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