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Strength of a Father

He was so devastated. He locked himself to the room. He kept on wiping the waters falling from his eyes.  He was deeply hurt. But a knock on the door disturbed his privacy. A little voice said, “Papa?” As he heard it, he wiped the tears in his eyes, and straightened his shirt.

I need to be strong. My two little girls need me. Oh, God help me.

Then he opened the door and smiled, “Hello Angels, how are you?” “We’re now fine.” The eldest answered. “Teacher said mama is now happy in heaven. We are happy too.” The two girls smiled innocently as they hug their father.