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I was listening to this lovely song over the last week, and it inspired this OS. This is a song about a father and a daughter dealing with the emotional turmoil the father is going through when his daughter is getting married. So I got inspired to write about Ruhi getting married (yea, I took a leap 😛)
The song is on Season 4 of Coke Studio (Sachin-Jigar composed it)
A big THANKS to Jaya for helping me with the Gujarati lyrics🤗
Dori yeh khinchi dori, Palne ki tune mori
Mere sapno ko jhulaya sari raat
Bhale bagiya teri chhodi
Bhale nindiyan teri chori
Bass itti si yaad tu rakhiyo meri baat
Teri laadki main...
Teri laadki main, chhodungi na tera haath
Mari laadki (Meri Laadli)
O re o parevada tu kaale udi jaaj re (Oh re panchhi tum kal ud jaaogi)
Mari haathu rahi jaa ne aaj ni raat (aaj ki raat yahi ruk jaao)
Aambli ne peepdi (Imli ka ped aur peepal ka ped)
Joshe tari vaat re (dekhenge tumhaari raah)
Bheda madi karshu ame fariyaad (unki taraf se main faryaad karta hoon)
Mari laadki re e nanakdi (Meri laadli, chhoti bacchi)
phari jhaali le maro haath (Phir ek baar pakad le mera haath)
*Laadki means "Laadli" (beloved or dear girl/daughter)
Hope y'all like it 😊
***
The house was newly painted, covered with floral decorations all through. There was an intoxicating smell of incense, flowers & food. The environment was enough to overpower any other sense had a stranger walked in. It was live and buzzing with activity and no one had time to stand for a moment and breathe.
"Neelu, I think we will need even more milk from tomorrow. We don't have enough as it is, and we have more relatives coming tomorrow. Make sure you tell the milkman to get 5 litres more tomorrow. And yes, I still think the stairs outside are still dusty, please clean them thrice a day. There is too much foot traffic. And did you ask your friends to come help? Tell them we will pay them whatever they need." Toshiji was going on and on with her instructions.
Neelu just laughed and said "Haan Mummyji, sab kardoongi. Aap itna load na lo. Itne saare log hain sab kaam karne ke liye. Aur maine ek do friends ko poocha, woh log bhi aa jaayengi shaam tak. Aur extra paise nahin chaahiye kisiko. Bas aap unhe liye ek saaree ya suit dilwaa do. Woh usi mein khush rahengi. Waise bhi, Ruhi hum sab ki bacchi hai, aur beti ki shaadi mein paison ke liye kaun kaam karta hai?"
Toshiji's eyes watered at that. She looked around her surroundings. They had come back to Mayur Vihar as soon as it was rebuilt. But neither the house, nor its aura had changed. They Iyers had moved back into the opposite flat. Everyone in Akashganga society had welcomed them with wide arms and open hearts. Mostly, they had all been happiest to see Ruhi back. She had been the life of the neighbourhood and they were all pleased at the way the young girl was growing up. Adi had come back with them, and if anything, the house was seeming small to accommodate so many people. Romi and Adi had formed a bond of sorts, and surprisingly, they seemed to bring out the best in each other. Raman and Ishita's marriage had gone on to become one of the stronger relationships Toshiji had ever seen in her lifetime. Simmi had re-married and moved on to make a lovely family with a man her parents had found her. All, in all, a few age-related illnesses notwithstanding, Toshiji's family was happy. She stood there, hands on her hips, tears flowing from her eyes, but displaying gratitude and pride at the same time.
Ruhi had met a lovely young man when she had started working as a doctor. She seemed to be heads-over-heels in love with the man, who was, much to her relief a Punjabi and not a 'Madrasi'. She had bantered with Mrs Iyer about how their grand-daughter had chosen 'right' afterall. Mrs. Iyer had come back saying Ruhi had enough 'Madrasan' in her, courtesy her Ishima, so she'd soon turn the Punjabi munda into a nice Iyer boy! The whole family was shocked when Ruhi announced she wanted to get married only when she was doing her internship at a prestigious hospital in Delhi. Ishita had tried to talk to her, she'd tried to explain to her that getting married in her early 20s may not be the wisest decision. But Ruhi had been firm. She'd stated categorically "I have met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. If I dont marry Ashwin now, all I will do is be in a relationship with him for a few years, when I could actually be a part of a family with him. Nothing is going to change. So why shouldn't I get married now? There is nothing worrying about him, that could make you doubt my choice. And if you all like him, and approve of our relationship, then I don't see why I shouldnt get married right now?" She had grown into the smartest woman Toshiji could have ever imagined. She still had the stubbornness and hot-headedness of her father, but that was nicely complimented by the level-headed nature that Ishita had drilled into her. And no one in the family had been able to dissuade Ruhi.
Raman had been the most difficult to convince. Toshiji knew very well what Ruhi meant to him. So she knew that Raman's rejection of the marriage-idea was more about losing his daughter than letting her get married at a younger age. She also knew that even if Ruhi waited till 30 to get married, Raman would probably have the same reaction. He had stopped talking to Ruhi for a few days. Ruhi had stayed firm, she'd tried to talk to him sweetly, she'd tried the power of her tears, she'd joked with him about him being weak like a kid. But he wasnt swayed. There came a point when Ruhi had stopped talking to him too. That is when Raman softened. He'd realised that no matter how much he loved her, she was bound to get married some day and there wasn't any boy worth fighting his precious daughter over. He did not want to waste any precious time he had left with her.
But that had not stopped Raman from 'interviewing' his potential son-in-law. Raman had been firm about that; he'd called Ashwin to his office, away from any personal touch or friendly location like a cafe or a restaurant. Much to Raman's distress, Ashwin turned out to be an ideal candidate; someone any father would consider marrying his daughter off to. Ashwin seemed to be a very decent man, grounded in reality. Raman knew his daughter well enough to know she wouldnt choose anyone out of blind infatuation. What surprised him more was his daughter had, unknowingly, chosen the one person who knew how to handle her stubbornness and seemed to understand her more than herself. If Ashwin was a prospective groom for any other girl Raman knew, he'd have gushed about the young man to anyone he met. But, all qualities aside, Ashwin would be the one who would steal Ruhi away from Raman for ever. And Raman had never come to terms with that fact completely. He'd gone through all the motions of any typical wedding. He'd met the 'samdhis', shopped for his daughter's bridal jewellery with Ishita. He'd even discussed with Ashwin's parents about incorporating a few Iyer traditions into the wedding. All in all, he was playing the role of the father-of-the-bride to the T.
Only Ishita saw that Raman and Ruhi were not the same since the day Raman had come back from meeting Ashwin. Raman had quietly muttered his 'acceptance' of Ashwin to her. She'd informed everyone in the family, and everyone was understandably overjoyed. Ruhi had asked her quietly, "Why did Papa not come tell us himself? Is he still mad at me?" Ishita had just looked on. She didn't know how she could explain to Ruhi what her father must be going through. She was married into that family long enough to know the dymanics between Ruhi and Raman. Although Ruhi was nowhere near to Raman's fiery personality, she wasn't completely docile either. She had enough of her father in her to last her a lifetime. She could hold a grudge, but could never see her father in pain. No matter how much Ruhi loved Ishita, Raman was, and would always remain Ruhi's 'most favourite' person in the whole world. Ishita had gotten used to be the go-between the father and daughter. And when Ruhi's wedding preparations had started she knew that Ruhi would never be satisfied unless she had her father's complete approval. She also knew that Raman would shower money and love as much as his daughter needed, but would not come to terms easily with her 'leaving' him.
It was a Wednesday and Ruhi was to be wed the next day. Raman had taken enough holidays to make sure he could supervise as many preparations as he could personally. Mihir had been managing work alone whenever Raman took extended vacations with his wife and children, and he was almost ready to take over Raman's business. Raman would some times joke with Mihir and tell him that if Mihir wasnt married to Rinki he might do a 'hostile takeover' of Raman's company soon. Raman ended a call with the caterers and looked around. His mother was standing there feeling happy and crying at the same time. He knew her pose well enough to not prod her further. That would only bring on an onslaught of fresh tears. It seemed like everything was going on smoothly. Different emotions played havoc on his heart and soul, but other than that, everything seemed fine.
Raman was proud of his daughter, no doubt. She had grown to be the most educated person in the Bhalla family. She was clear from a younger age about wanting to be a doctor. She'd also been considerate enough to find the best medical college in Delhi so she didn't really 'leave' home for her studies. It was almost as if she knew that her father wouldnt bear to live without her. She had the best of relationships with everyone she came in contact with. She was kind and fair, had a gentle spirit, but would not hesitate to beat anyone up if they tormented anyone she cared about. When Raman and Ishita fought, Ruhi would some times play the judge, and he had a feeling she would side with him more than she would with her Ishima. Ruhi had also been a pillar of understanding when Adi had moved in with them. After the initial friction of regular sibling rivalry, she had opened her heart to her younger brother. Ruhi was equally responsible as everyone else in making Adi feel welcome in their house. And now, when Raman remembered all those moments when his daughter had made him proud, some times mad, but most of the times happy, he couldn't help but start crying himself.
He took his thumb to his eyes and rubbed, as if something had gotten into them. He didn't want anyone to see him tearing up. He didn't want his wife, his mother, or worse his daughter to think he was not happy with the celebrations. When the thumbs couldn't stop the tears from dropping, he quietly went to his room, and started looking at his laptop. He had no idea how he ended up opening the folders with their family pictures in them. Ishita had created a photo-album of all of Ruhi's quirky pictures to showcase them during the wedding reception. She'd even put up cute and funny quotations and remarks on the pictures. The photo album was a joint effort by Romi, Adi and Ishita. They had poured all their love into making it a book of memories. Raman and Ruhi had both joked about it when they'd found out. They didnt know why it was important to show Ruhi's childhood pictures during a wedding reception. But when Raman started scrolling through those pictures, he saw the appeal. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid to watch them in public. He was afraid he'd start bawling during the reception, and was already starting to look for excuses which could get him out of that part of the ceremony.
He didn't realise it, but his daughter had quietly come and sat by him. He didn't know when she'd arrived and if she'd seen him crying, but she'd kept her hand on his shoulder and said "Papa, I am not really going anywhere". Ashwin's house is less than 30 minutes drive away. Even if peak traffic, I can be here in less than an hour. All you have to do is call me or text me."
"Arre Ruhi, don't get so emotional. I am fine. I was just caught up with memories when I saw these photos. Do you remember this trip when all of us went to Mumbai? YOu must have been 12 then, and even then, you weren't awed by anything there and had said, I am not interested in movies. I want to become a doctor." he said with a fake smile.
"Papa, I was watching you in the living room. There wasn't really anything in your eyes, was there? Why are you being so sad Papa? Are you still mad at me? Do you think I will forget you the moment I get married? Do you think I will never visit? Do you think I will never see you again?" she fired all those questions at him in one breath. He hands were on her hips, the one behavioural trait she'd inherited from her grandmother. Raman had to smile at that.
"Is it too late to ask Ashwin if he'd like to move in with us after the marriage?" Raman asked, only half-joking.
"Papa" Ruhi's frustrated cry stopped him from laughing.
"Sorry beta. I am just not sure how I will do without you" he said seriously this time.
"Papa, Ishima is here. Adi Bhaiyya is here. Daada, daadi, tatha, paati, everyone is here. You won't even have the time to miss me." she said, channeling her inner mother, as if she was talking to a petulant child.
"Yes, beta, but won't you miss me? How will you manage without all of us?" Raman asked the question innocently, not realising his daughter's demeanour would change.
"Papa, You shouldn't have felt the need to even ask that question. Do I need to remind you who my favourite person is?" she said, her eyes welling up. "Papa, you have always been my favourite. You and I are so important for each other, that simple words like 'I miss you' don't really do justice. If I have any problem tomorrow, who do you think I am going to call? If Ashwin fights with me, I won't complain to Ishima, she'll just ask me to be more understanding. Of course, I will call you. When you threaten to beat him up for me, that will make me feel 100 times better than anything else. When I do my first surgery, I will call you for praise. If & When my lose a patient, I will call you for support, and when I help deliver a child for the first time, I will call you; only so we can cry happily together."
He couldn't believe what she was saying. He didn't know if she even realised that is exactly he'd wanted to hear at that moment.
"OK beta, I am sorry I got so worked up over it. I should have had more faith in you. You will never really leave me." He smiled and turned to wipe her tears, and saw he reaching for his tear-soaked cheeks too.
Any fool can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a Daddy.
*** So, how was it?
I was listening to this lovely song over the last week, and it inspired this OS. This is a song about a father and a daughter dealing with the emotional turmoil the father is going through when his daughter is getting married. So I got inspired to write about Ruhi getting married (yea, I took a leap 😛)
The song is on Season 4 of Coke Studio (Sachin-Jigar composed it)
A big THANKS to Jaya for helping me with the Gujarati lyrics🤗
Dori yeh khinchi dori, Palne ki tune mori
Mere sapno ko jhulaya sari raat
Bhale bagiya teri chhodi
Bhale nindiyan teri chori
Bass itti si yaad tu rakhiyo meri baat
Teri laadki main...
Teri laadki main, chhodungi na tera haath
Mari laadki (Meri Laadli)
O re o parevada tu kaale udi jaaj re (Oh re panchhi tum kal ud jaaogi)
Mari haathu rahi jaa ne aaj ni raat (aaj ki raat yahi ruk jaao)
Aambli ne peepdi (Imli ka ped aur peepal ka ped)
Joshe tari vaat re (dekhenge tumhaari raah)
Bheda madi karshu ame fariyaad (unki taraf se main faryaad karta hoon)
Mari laadki re e nanakdi (Meri laadli, chhoti bacchi)
phari jhaali le maro haath (Phir ek baar pakad le mera haath)
*Laadki means "Laadli" (beloved or dear girl/daughter)
Hope y'all like it 😊
***
The house was newly painted, covered with floral decorations all through. There was an intoxicating smell of incense, flowers & food. The environment was enough to overpower any other sense had a stranger walked in. It was live and buzzing with activity and no one had time to stand for a moment and breathe.
"Neelu, I think we will need even more milk from tomorrow. We don't have enough as it is, and we have more relatives coming tomorrow. Make sure you tell the milkman to get 5 litres more tomorrow. And yes, I still think the stairs outside are still dusty, please clean them thrice a day. There is too much foot traffic. And did you ask your friends to come help? Tell them we will pay them whatever they need." Toshiji was going on and on with her instructions.
Neelu just laughed and said "Haan Mummyji, sab kardoongi. Aap itna load na lo. Itne saare log hain sab kaam karne ke liye. Aur maine ek do friends ko poocha, woh log bhi aa jaayengi shaam tak. Aur extra paise nahin chaahiye kisiko. Bas aap unhe liye ek saaree ya suit dilwaa do. Woh usi mein khush rahengi. Waise bhi, Ruhi hum sab ki bacchi hai, aur beti ki shaadi mein paison ke liye kaun kaam karta hai?"
Toshiji's eyes watered at that. She looked around her surroundings. They had come back to Mayur Vihar as soon as it was rebuilt. But neither the house, nor its aura had changed. They Iyers had moved back into the opposite flat. Everyone in Akashganga society had welcomed them with wide arms and open hearts. Mostly, they had all been happiest to see Ruhi back. She had been the life of the neighbourhood and they were all pleased at the way the young girl was growing up. Adi had come back with them, and if anything, the house was seeming small to accommodate so many people. Romi and Adi had formed a bond of sorts, and surprisingly, they seemed to bring out the best in each other. Raman and Ishita's marriage had gone on to become one of the stronger relationships Toshiji had ever seen in her lifetime. Simmi had re-married and moved on to make a lovely family with a man her parents had found her. All, in all, a few age-related illnesses notwithstanding, Toshiji's family was happy. She stood there, hands on her hips, tears flowing from her eyes, but displaying gratitude and pride at the same time.
Ruhi had met a lovely young man when she had started working as a doctor. She seemed to be heads-over-heels in love with the man, who was, much to her relief a Punjabi and not a 'Madrasi'. She had bantered with Mrs Iyer about how their grand-daughter had chosen 'right' afterall. Mrs. Iyer had come back saying Ruhi had enough 'Madrasan' in her, courtesy her Ishima, so she'd soon turn the Punjabi munda into a nice Iyer boy! The whole family was shocked when Ruhi announced she wanted to get married only when she was doing her internship at a prestigious hospital in Delhi. Ishita had tried to talk to her, she'd tried to explain to her that getting married in her early 20s may not be the wisest decision. But Ruhi had been firm. She'd stated categorically "I have met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. If I dont marry Ashwin now, all I will do is be in a relationship with him for a few years, when I could actually be a part of a family with him. Nothing is going to change. So why shouldn't I get married now? There is nothing worrying about him, that could make you doubt my choice. And if you all like him, and approve of our relationship, then I don't see why I shouldnt get married right now?" She had grown into the smartest woman Toshiji could have ever imagined. She still had the stubbornness and hot-headedness of her father, but that was nicely complimented by the level-headed nature that Ishita had drilled into her. And no one in the family had been able to dissuade Ruhi.
Raman had been the most difficult to convince. Toshiji knew very well what Ruhi meant to him. So she knew that Raman's rejection of the marriage-idea was more about losing his daughter than letting her get married at a younger age. She also knew that even if Ruhi waited till 30 to get married, Raman would probably have the same reaction. He had stopped talking to Ruhi for a few days. Ruhi had stayed firm, she'd tried to talk to him sweetly, she'd tried the power of her tears, she'd joked with him about him being weak like a kid. But he wasnt swayed. There came a point when Ruhi had stopped talking to him too. That is when Raman softened. He'd realised that no matter how much he loved her, she was bound to get married some day and there wasn't any boy worth fighting his precious daughter over. He did not want to waste any precious time he had left with her.
But that had not stopped Raman from 'interviewing' his potential son-in-law. Raman had been firm about that; he'd called Ashwin to his office, away from any personal touch or friendly location like a cafe or a restaurant. Much to Raman's distress, Ashwin turned out to be an ideal candidate; someone any father would consider marrying his daughter off to. Ashwin seemed to be a very decent man, grounded in reality. Raman knew his daughter well enough to know she wouldnt choose anyone out of blind infatuation. What surprised him more was his daughter had, unknowingly, chosen the one person who knew how to handle her stubbornness and seemed to understand her more than herself. If Ashwin was a prospective groom for any other girl Raman knew, he'd have gushed about the young man to anyone he met. But, all qualities aside, Ashwin would be the one who would steal Ruhi away from Raman for ever. And Raman had never come to terms with that fact completely. He'd gone through all the motions of any typical wedding. He'd met the 'samdhis', shopped for his daughter's bridal jewellery with Ishita. He'd even discussed with Ashwin's parents about incorporating a few Iyer traditions into the wedding. All in all, he was playing the role of the father-of-the-bride to the T.
Only Ishita saw that Raman and Ruhi were not the same since the day Raman had come back from meeting Ashwin. Raman had quietly muttered his 'acceptance' of Ashwin to her. She'd informed everyone in the family, and everyone was understandably overjoyed. Ruhi had asked her quietly, "Why did Papa not come tell us himself? Is he still mad at me?" Ishita had just looked on. She didn't know how she could explain to Ruhi what her father must be going through. She was married into that family long enough to know the dymanics between Ruhi and Raman. Although Ruhi was nowhere near to Raman's fiery personality, she wasn't completely docile either. She had enough of her father in her to last her a lifetime. She could hold a grudge, but could never see her father in pain. No matter how much Ruhi loved Ishita, Raman was, and would always remain Ruhi's 'most favourite' person in the whole world. Ishita had gotten used to be the go-between the father and daughter. And when Ruhi's wedding preparations had started she knew that Ruhi would never be satisfied unless she had her father's complete approval. She also knew that Raman would shower money and love as much as his daughter needed, but would not come to terms easily with her 'leaving' him.
It was a Wednesday and Ruhi was to be wed the next day. Raman had taken enough holidays to make sure he could supervise as many preparations as he could personally. Mihir had been managing work alone whenever Raman took extended vacations with his wife and children, and he was almost ready to take over Raman's business. Raman would some times joke with Mihir and tell him that if Mihir wasnt married to Rinki he might do a 'hostile takeover' of Raman's company soon. Raman ended a call with the caterers and looked around. His mother was standing there feeling happy and crying at the same time. He knew her pose well enough to not prod her further. That would only bring on an onslaught of fresh tears. It seemed like everything was going on smoothly. Different emotions played havoc on his heart and soul, but other than that, everything seemed fine.
Raman was proud of his daughter, no doubt. She had grown to be the most educated person in the Bhalla family. She was clear from a younger age about wanting to be a doctor. She'd also been considerate enough to find the best medical college in Delhi so she didn't really 'leave' home for her studies. It was almost as if she knew that her father wouldnt bear to live without her. She had the best of relationships with everyone she came in contact with. She was kind and fair, had a gentle spirit, but would not hesitate to beat anyone up if they tormented anyone she cared about. When Raman and Ishita fought, Ruhi would some times play the judge, and he had a feeling she would side with him more than she would with her Ishima. Ruhi had also been a pillar of understanding when Adi had moved in with them. After the initial friction of regular sibling rivalry, she had opened her heart to her younger brother. Ruhi was equally responsible as everyone else in making Adi feel welcome in their house. And now, when Raman remembered all those moments when his daughter had made him proud, some times mad, but most of the times happy, he couldn't help but start crying himself.
He took his thumb to his eyes and rubbed, as if something had gotten into them. He didn't want anyone to see him tearing up. He didn't want his wife, his mother, or worse his daughter to think he was not happy with the celebrations. When the thumbs couldn't stop the tears from dropping, he quietly went to his room, and started looking at his laptop. He had no idea how he ended up opening the folders with their family pictures in them. Ishita had created a photo-album of all of Ruhi's quirky pictures to showcase them during the wedding reception. She'd even put up cute and funny quotations and remarks on the pictures. The photo album was a joint effort by Romi, Adi and Ishita. They had poured all their love into making it a book of memories. Raman and Ruhi had both joked about it when they'd found out. They didnt know why it was important to show Ruhi's childhood pictures during a wedding reception. But when Raman started scrolling through those pictures, he saw the appeal. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid to watch them in public. He was afraid he'd start bawling during the reception, and was already starting to look for excuses which could get him out of that part of the ceremony.
He didn't realise it, but his daughter had quietly come and sat by him. He didn't know when she'd arrived and if she'd seen him crying, but she'd kept her hand on his shoulder and said "Papa, I am not really going anywhere". Ashwin's house is less than 30 minutes drive away. Even if peak traffic, I can be here in less than an hour. All you have to do is call me or text me."
"Arre Ruhi, don't get so emotional. I am fine. I was just caught up with memories when I saw these photos. Do you remember this trip when all of us went to Mumbai? YOu must have been 12 then, and even then, you weren't awed by anything there and had said, I am not interested in movies. I want to become a doctor." he said with a fake smile.
"Papa, I was watching you in the living room. There wasn't really anything in your eyes, was there? Why are you being so sad Papa? Are you still mad at me? Do you think I will forget you the moment I get married? Do you think I will never visit? Do you think I will never see you again?" she fired all those questions at him in one breath. He hands were on her hips, the one behavioural trait she'd inherited from her grandmother. Raman had to smile at that.
"Is it too late to ask Ashwin if he'd like to move in with us after the marriage?" Raman asked, only half-joking.
"Papa" Ruhi's frustrated cry stopped him from laughing.
"Sorry beta. I am just not sure how I will do without you" he said seriously this time.
"Papa, Ishima is here. Adi Bhaiyya is here. Daada, daadi, tatha, paati, everyone is here. You won't even have the time to miss me." she said, channeling her inner mother, as if she was talking to a petulant child.
"Yes, beta, but won't you miss me? How will you manage without all of us?" Raman asked the question innocently, not realising his daughter's demeanour would change.
"Papa, You shouldn't have felt the need to even ask that question. Do I need to remind you who my favourite person is?" she said, her eyes welling up. "Papa, you have always been my favourite. You and I are so important for each other, that simple words like 'I miss you' don't really do justice. If I have any problem tomorrow, who do you think I am going to call? If Ashwin fights with me, I won't complain to Ishima, she'll just ask me to be more understanding. Of course, I will call you. When you threaten to beat him up for me, that will make me feel 100 times better than anything else. When I do my first surgery, I will call you for praise. If & When my lose a patient, I will call you for support, and when I help deliver a child for the first time, I will call you; only so we can cry happily together."
He couldn't believe what she was saying. He didn't know if she even realised that is exactly he'd wanted to hear at that moment.
"OK beta, I am sorry I got so worked up over it. I should have had more faith in you. You will never really leave me." He smiled and turned to wipe her tears, and saw he reaching for his tear-soaked cheeks too.
Any fool can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a Daddy.
*** So, how was it?
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