I will always remember his laugh.
That warm, lovely laugh of his.
I will always remember hearing it from the downstairs living room and I knew he was home.
I knew he was back.
That laugh is one of my fondest memories.
The only memory of him that I will bring with me for the rest of my life.
It is the only thing of his that I cannot forget.
The only thing I don’t want to forget.
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Categories: flash fiction