Lunch box

Lunch box

The phrase that will get me up and hurling before you even sound the ‘x’.

Yet it is the thing that I miss most now that you’re six feet under, unmoving.

You said you’d make lunch for me for as long as I live. Because I was your precious, your darling little princess.

Lunch box

I always wanted pocket money so that I could buy lunch in the canteen like _the other kids_.

But I realized now that no other kid was as lucky as me.

Lunch box

I missed the anticipation of opening that gaudy lunch box to find my favourite Mars bar coupled with a love note.

I miss you, daddy.

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