A sunday morning Baba. I know by now you are sleeping like a little angel. I wish I could stay besides you. May be looking at your eyes. How you breath. May to feel the fragrance of your hair. I loved a lot to look at your talking and smiling eyes sweetheart. Im not sure, may be you have other plans today. I remember most of the time your mother remained at home in Sundays. It was a little difficult to talk and chat. If I came home by bus Sunday is the day to leave home for work. I was sick and sad in Sundays Baby. Because I had to leave you. Now I feel sad always. Time changed a lot of things. Anyway I have all your sweet memories with me. I miss you so much. Take care.
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