She stood there looking tall, posed and beautiful. Her smile reached her eyes and seems to brighten
her from within. The way she moved around added life to everything she touched.
Like the Midas touch. She was the soul of that house and his too. When he first
saw her, he not only took her in his hands but into his heart too. And from that very moment she became his
universe. Her happiness was his breathe for living and a teardrop of hers had
the strength to rip him apart.
He walked up to her and kissed on
her forehead. She was becoming more beautiful as years passed, but the twinkle
in her as all the same.
“Happy Birthday Love” … he wished
her and she hugged him in return with a smile and “Thanks Daddy”.
Daughters are the apple of their fathers' eyes :) Lovely
ReplyDeleteBeautiful one, Sheethal. A daughter will always be daddy's little girl. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Sheethal :) Beautiful description of the bond between a father and a daughter :)
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Daughters are the best, we know it don't we. They are the soul of a house.
ReplyDeleteA sweet post about a sweet relationship. :) Thank you for sharing.
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ReplyDeleteawww such a sweet post :D I love happy families :)
ReplyDeleteAwww....the Daddy's girl that I am, this touched me. Such is the beauty of this relationship. :-)
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How sweet, Sheethal...lovely portrayal
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