Child love is a Shadow over the his head. Even the Blood did not turn to breast milk, He is shedding scented sweat drops a lot onto this earth.
He has a proudly laughter. But it is not a proud, that's because he is tired. He never thinks twice that punish to wrong. Because he did that way today
we live that's right.
He is probably harder than mother but, his heart is too sensitive. So when I ask him "Dad, does the shoulder hurt?" then he tells me arrogantly "No my daughter."
Father, you ate the Nuga tree that gave us strength. Because daughter is a queen for a father. So my father is the King of my world.😘
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