Fathers and daughters – a royal bond. Almost like the queen in a game of chess, standing out from the rest as something intriguing, something powerful, something special.
Looking back, I have many reasons to celebrate my relationship with my baba (father). In so many little or big moments that take turns warming up my heart. Moments that I keep safe in my mind, like a possessive collector. Moments that are majestic only because they are about me and my baba.
Baba, I know you will be one of my first readers here. You have been my most enthusiastic and loyal fan. I am no way near the writer you think me to be. But your encouragement is all I need to take on the world. I have many memories of us together. I am surprised I remember, since memory isn’t my strongest suit. And like…
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