My day started with tears, hearing the voice of the very first man in life, my father.
I was reading a book in a park, early morning, alone. It was a different kind of how-will-I-spend-this-day-plan.
Looking on a busy street in school hours, parents hugging and kissing their kids before going to school. Homesickness shivered me.
For a moment I was paralyzed and the world just stopped as I thought. I couldn't hear a thing, I was in another dimension. Numb.
And I utter a wish: 'I wish Papa 's holding my hand telling me, darling don't worry Papa is here everything's gonna be alright'
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