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I was barely 9 year old when my father died. I have bit memories of my Dad; In fact, some of them were vague. I didn’t remember how close I am with my father. I guessed that we didn’t have enough time to know each other.

Looking back, I wonder how does a child feels growing up having a father to guide you to face the problems that we encountered in becoming an adult. I guess I will never know.

posted by Asthong Kutchong @ 4:39 AM