Life is always at some turning point. One minute you're in the ruts and the next you spectacularly bathing in happiness. God grant me a father, a father not perfect, not entirely good. But I see him changing every single moment, making up to us, for the things he did, for the days he made me weep. When he put on that medal in me yesterday, I felt extraordinarily contented and serene. I'm happy that I made him happy. I realize that those drawbacks and discomforts really are helpful in making us see how the fabrics of our lives are entangled, how our family is a strange band of characters and how human we really are. Volatile creatures, indeed.
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