she is picking up things......
my wife writes....
like listening patiently what her mummy has to say.......
like talking strange matters in her lullaby language......
smiling softly whenever the phone bell rings..(Jas writes, that is because she thinks her papa is calling...)
I am eager to see her eventhough I see her in mind everytime i shut my eyes....
its a nice feeling....
to be a father............
you will not realise how your priorities has changed.......
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