Why it Happens?

When we were kids, we used to fight over our parents: Mama, baba are mine!! They are my parents!!

When we grow older, we still fight about them but not for them. We fight to get rid of them: They are your parents!! They are your parents!!

Why it happens???

– aak92

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Daddy, I Wish You Were Here

Holding her father’s hand

Crossing to a land

That was ahead

 

She loosened her grip on her father’s hand

From time to time

‘Cause she wanted see the world

She wanted to soar

 

But whenever darkness prevailed

Or a monster jumped at her in broad daylight

She shrank back, tightened her grip

 

And he screened her

Standing in the way of everything and anything

Advancing to hurt his little girl

 

But then came the darkest coldest scariest storm

It turned everything upside down

 

She looked beside her

He was gone

Her father was gone

 

She searched and searched

But all in vain

 

She looked ahead

And she knew

From now on

She will have to cross all the hurdles and

Face all the monsters without him

 

No going back

Only moving forward

With a heartache

And flashbacks that will always haunt her

 

Every time she will over come a hurdle

She will look back

And smile, a little smile

A sad happy smile

 

And will say:

Daddy, I wish you were here

To see your little girl growing up

 

Daddy, I wish you were here….

– aak92

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