On Way Home…

On Way Home...

I came from a culture where men don’t usually enjoy expressing their feelings…

When I was a kid… My father would hold my hand while crossing a street, would kiss me goodnight before closing my bedroom door, and would put me on top of his shoulders to just make me giggle… but he’s never said “I love you” to me in person once… But in the recent years… he started to text that phrase to me once in a while… and every time when I received a such text from him… I’d totally be on cloud nine!

I love you Dad! =)

Thank you for the inspiration!

p.s. this is my 200th post here… wow!!! =D


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