Ever since I can remember, my dad has been so gentle with me. I remember a time when something important got stolen due to my careless mistake. I trusted the world then and I left my shiny new object on the see-saw of the primary school playground. I went off to play on the monkey bars. When I got back, the shiny new object was gone! I felt scared and guilty and went to speak to my dad about it coz he was always the gentle one – with the feather-light touch – ( and I mean metaphorically). He shielded me from my mom’s what-would-have- then- been her fury.
I was always daddy’s little girl and not in any dirty way. I love my dad so so much!
