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14.07.2004 Wednesday night @ 9:43 p.m.
*Think*

The things a father does for his children.

He sends them to school or work on a lot of days. He might be driving a Mercedes or riding on a battered old bicycle; he might even only be walking his youngest child to the school next door. Rain or shine, he would try to make sure that his children reach their intended destinations safe and sound, in one piece. Better late than never.

He gets them that little something that they might need, perhaps a bottle of mineral water or the unobtrusive piece of plastic bag needed to store some bric-a-brac. No more stock of a monthly female necessity? No problem, I can get it for you. Would you want me to get it now? All that when you've already arrived in school or work, and he himself actually needs to be at work by 9.

Mam's not cooking? Father will buy some food. It might not be much, it might not even be what you'd actually eat..but it's at least something. Better to eat something than nothing. (All thanks and praises be to Him. And of course dad.) You wouldn't want to come home after school and work, all hot, perspiring as well as hungry, and find no food on the table, would you?

Let's face it, he's spent thousands on you (and your siblings), bringing you up, making sure you receive an education, have enough food and clothing, besides also having a roof over your head. What have you done for him lately?

What have you done for him lately?

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