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My father, My pride.


Dear dairy,

today i choose celebrate a man,

i chose to tell you a tale of a benign soul,

the one who stole my heart from younder

when i was only just small and fragile.

 

He is a little more kind,

Yet alot more humble than an average being.

First, i learnt to call him dada

and then father,

now he is my hero

my mentor

and i his little girl.

 

His life inspires me,

i got to see the world throught the frame of his lenses

standing behind him yet close enough to feel the grip of his fatherly protection.

 

He taught me to take gaint strides in life,

his life is a success story and i am proud to be in it.

 

We love you daddy,

the world celebrates you,

i celebrate you even more

sixthy hearty cheers to you,

Happy Birthday!!!

 

 

 

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AMWilliams
Truly beautiful!

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