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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

there was a father and a little girl, walking around a park, holding each other's hand. they strolled and strolled, never letting go, the little girl happily clinging on her father, the father lovingly holding his daughter's hand. but along the way, the little girl saw a bunch of kids playing. they called on her, convincing her to join them. the daughter was delighted, she wanted to play with them. the father won't let go, he didn't want her to go away from him, because he thought that it might be dangerous, and she might be lost. but the little girl insisted, she badly wanted to play with the other children, and refused to listen to her father. she pulled her hand away, and ran to the crowd where she thought she would be happy. she ran, never glancing back, ignoring her father's cries. she happily played with her new-found friends, and didn't bother to think about her worried father. after exhausting herself from the games she played, tired and thirsty, she turned to look at the place where she expected to see her father, but he wasn't there.she was lost. she began to feel afraid, tears started falling, and she shakingly called on her father's name. but there was no answer. she didn't know where to start finding him, what to say, and where to go. she was tempted to walk through the unfamiliar roads, but she didn't dare to. she was determined to approach the path that her father showed her. she cried and cried and continued walking.she tried not to bother think about the thirst she was feeling, how tired she was, the wound on her knee that she got from playing, and her aching feet. all that mattered to her is how she would find him again. because she knew that the moment that he finds her, everything will be okay, every pain will be healed, the thirst and weariness will be satisfied. she will continue walking. she will never give-up.she's willing to undergo the tiresome way to get near him. she strongly believes that she will find him, and if that happens, she will never let go of His hand again.


12:32 PM



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.wriggly eyebrows.
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.skirts.
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.walking storybook.
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.fashionista.
.shopaholic.
.bookworm (naninira ng books).
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