Erase the paper lines. Dance with the alphabets.: The Face

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Face

When I was a child, my dad's work shifts would always require him to arrive home either late at night, mid afternoon or early in the morning. He would always come home smiling, being warm and supportive with what we've done with our schoolwork. I always thought that we are one contented happy... Sign in to see full entry.

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