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I've been wanting to talk to my father for months now. But I haven't been able to. I'm so lonely now. I would give anything to talk to him, even if it was only for a minute.

I've tried to send him a message. I've tried everything. I get no response every time I call out his name. Of course I don't. What's the use of it? I know he won't talk back.

And yet, I keep trying.

I was watching T.V. a couple days ago. In my current state, watching T.V. is pretty much the only thing I'm able to do. Watching T.V. keeps me from bursting into tears when I think of all the things I did with my dad. Keeps me from remembering I won't be able to do them again, or that I'll never be able to talk to him, or tell him I love him. At least not until we are both on the other side, and who knows how long that'll be. T.V. pushes the grief down a little.

So, I'm sitting there, watching the channels flick, when I see one of those psychic shows. You know what I'm talking about. I never believed in psychics, but now I'm getting desperate. I really want to talk to my dad. I want her to come here so I can speak to him.

After a couple days of hoping, she came. She was tall, with her hair tucked in a bun. She looked very sweet. I ran up to her and just about talked her ear off. After a minute, I realized I was probably overwhelming her.

"Sorry, miss. I just-"

And then I noticed. She wasn't even looking at me.

She was a fraud. And my father was clearly believing her lies.

"My son died 3 months ago. He was only sixteen. Can you talk to him, wherever he is?"

I'm right here.

"I can sense a sadness within him. Did he cause his death in some way?"

"I-I found him hanging in his closet."

"He wants to let me know he's sorry he caused you so much pain. He wants to let you know the next world is better than the one he was living in."

That's not true! I didn't kill myself. Dad, your ex-girlfriend put sleeping pills in my food. She wrote the note. Please, hear me.

"How could I not have seen he needed help? God, this is all my fault. I-I've failed as a parent!"

"It's okay. He's not suffering anymore."

Yes, I am. And you are the one causing it, you liar.

As my father breaks down crying, I try desperately to console him, but he can't hear me.

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