Looking around I wonder when I saw a young girl in school uniform and holding her Dads hand she was going to school and I wondered if I could once again become that li'l girl of my Dad when he would drop me to school holding my small tiny hands in his mature and strong ones and hanging my tiny school bag on his strong shoulders and we would run to reach school on time.
At the end of the day, Mom would come to take me back home and while walking on the road she would fetch me from running on road.
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