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Hearing the Untold

There are a million things I could write about when it comes to my Dad. All the conventional goody-goody things that all daughters would write. How Daddy used to buy me chocolates, how he tucked me into bed, how he used to spoil me rotten. But this Father’s Day, I want to mention some of the things which don’t always come to the forefront when you think of good memories. But memories which all the same speak of a special bond between a father and his daughter. Things which were not spoken or expressed directly but which left an impression in my heart long after they happened...

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Maria (Singapore)


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