Day 87. Father and Son.

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Just today, I had the chance to sing-a-long with my Dad in my sister’s birthday party. 

Though it’s a challenge singing the songs in the vernacular and got my tongue twisted as I try to read the lyrics of the song written in the dialect, this day I got to jam with Dad. I sang with him and laugh with him. We didn’t talk about how my life has been lately, but his tap on my back when we ended the session sent me the message that whatever I am going through right now, he will just be there to guide me, if I will ask him to.  

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