He is the most important and best father in the world for me.
I miss the day,
when he help me comb my hair,
when he bring me to shopping,
when he bring me for breakfast,
when he bring me for lunch,
when he bring me for dinner,
when he bring me to the park to play,
and many many more....
Dear god, if roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my father’s arms and tell him they’re from me. Tell him I love him and miss him so much.
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