When I was little, about 6yrs old: back in 1999 or so; I remember one day, I made a castle out of mud in the front of our house, & it looked so beautiful people gathered to applaud me.

And I remember seeing my father pass on his bike, stop halfway, look at me & smile w-

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-ith joy In his eyes, went inside without saying a word. And that was all I needed to make my day.

(Sadly that's the only face I can remember of him. I really wish he smiled often)

Daddy died later on in 2001: he passed away after a brief illness.

Dear parents, remember

that one day you'll be gone, and all that's left of you will be nothing but memories; and I hope you do creat good ones. PB