28 May, 2015

My men

 Here are my special men.

There was a steep climb uphill near Abby falls. Like a dutiful daughter I held my dad's hand, just to give him support. Not once but twice, I was about to trip and fall, when he quickly and alertly held my hand and protected me from falling. That is dad. Even when we think, we are giving him support, he still supports his daughter. He taught her to walk, holding her finger and he is never too frail to support her. When you know you are taken care of, life is easy. Daughters always need their dads.

Always helping. Always eager to feed everyone. Always caring.

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