Happy Father's Day

Every night before going to bed, there used to be a story...the same stories again and again. Every Sunday I would hold his hand and go to the HaaT (the local farmers' market)...every evening I would go for a walk with him...and how I hated him when he dropped me to school on his scooter right in front of the school gate..."Can you not drop me at the 'moD'? I am not a little girl anymore...", but he never listened...! He knew every spelling in the world and he could solve any Math problem...! I have the best childhood memories...and PAPA you made it the best...Happy Father's Day