Dad

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hen I stood perplexed in the dais, it was he who revitalized me and made me silver-tongued. It was through his inspiration that I started to write. If it wasn’t for him I would never be able to enjoy the pleasures of life. If it wasn’t for him my family would never have risen to this position. For eight years, I had lived a life worth royalty. But when he flew away never to return, my life became dismantled. His pale grey eyes looked at me as a last glimpse and a radiant smile appeared on his face as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the beauty of heaven. It was a true reminiscence I can never forget. I had spent eight years of my life with a saint — my Dad.