I love my father so much. Recognizing his voice on voicemail is so comfortable!
With that subtitle bass and professionalism that resonates through vocal cords to strike my soul and recall not the bad times but the good that I've accepted as truth to water my growth like the lotus that grows in the mud; the thicker the mud more beautiful the flower 😏
I love my father like Hov loved the summer - "Dear Daddy, I know you gon miss me. Fore we been togetha like Nike Airs and crisp tees" - fore I hope you never leave me. I pray to my God.
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