There was this one day that I was eating corn, then I remember you loved them, too. But this time, you were not around, near my feet, waiting for me to give you some. I miss you my Oyo Oyo.

Diary
“I still miss you everyday my Oyo boy. You never fail to make me feel less alone. I really wish you had time to play with my son. I’m sure he’ll love you just the way I loved you. Please visit me in my dreams always.”
There was this one day that I was eating corn, then I remember you loved them, too. But this time, you were not around, near my feet, waiting for me to give you some. I miss you my Oyo Oyo.
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