If
someone asks me to quote four lines about my dad,
I
would quote this..
The
day when I started on foot, my hands were held by you..
And,
when I fell imbalanced, and cried endless, your hands were wiping my tears..
I
foresee a day, when your hands would glaringly lend my hands to someone..
My
dad, I pine for the tender warmth of your hands.. Forever..
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