My Dad

Vonita

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My father loves to give gifts. It is one of his love languages. We always knew that we would be spoilt at Christmas time if my father had anything to do with it. My grandmother used to tell us a story that when he was a small boy he only had a few coins, but went off on his own to the local store. On Christmas Day he presented both his parents with a gift. His father was presented with a handy light bulb and she received a tin of peas. The last gift I received from my father was a perfume for my birthday last year. I don’t see him very often now as he lives in Johannesburg.
My parents were on holiday in the UK when my mother passed away. They were to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary that year. He had to endure a long haul flight back home without his wife.
On Sunday mornings my dad used to play his music and cook breakfast.
I miss those mornings and the sometimes happy family times we shared.

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  3. A beautiful story!! It is so nice to see a child – grown-up , yes, – prise a parent with appreciation and love. A parent ‘s job is not an easy one and no manual comes with the child to help the parent lay a smoother path. They have only themselves and whatever knowledge they picked up from their own parents and other people along life’s path to guide them and for sure, some things went right , others did not. We , as children , need always to forgive those things which did not go as planned and love our parents, our father this and every day for their and his valiant efforts along the way. Thank you for the lovely story and for your love and appreciation for a fine man. Mari

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