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I am proud to be my Dad’s son


I am proud to be my Dad’s Son 

People say I belong to garbage! But Do I really? My father says I was a gift! He considers me to be an angel. 

The cycle of life resulting to be a mystery, I survived. I had a really good childhood. 
Portraying my life, I believe I am lucky to be residing amongst billions of population. 

Looking at the stars I question myself if I have everything that people dream of but the only factor that hits me is my satisfaction. Trust me I am satisfied with every thing that I possess. 

I have friends, I have my father and more of it I have my luck with me. 

People say orphans are unlucky but my dad says every thing in his life got better when he found me crying over the river side. 

I am the only child he has. A bit unusual but still my dad and I, we complete our family. His love towards me can never be expressed. 

I still remember the day when my father rushed into the house with a joyful smile.

“Son, Guess what?”

“What is it dad? “ 

“You’ve been admitted in the first grade, you no more need to live like this, you will have every thing in your future; a good life, high living standard, proper meal and good clothes to wear.” 

I could see the tears in his eyes. 

I was young then, I could not understand what was he talking about but I felt something good had happened. 

Father used to work all day long and I used to study. Every thing was good. 

I excelled in every exams. 

My father was always curious about me going to school and exploring new ideas. Every evening he used to spend time talking to me about my daily learning basis. 

He was not educated so he could never help me out with my home works but every day he would sit beside me and watch me do stuffs. 

My father is everything for me. 

His dream was to see me with a good lifestyle.

I talk to him everyday, I share everything to him. 

I am 18 now, all I miss is his presence. He had promised me to never leave me alone and keeping his words he still is with me in each of my life phase. 

Every night I look at the shiny star and talk to my dad. 

Although his presence makes an impact but looking my dad shine so bright I feel he is happy with whatever I am now and he still believes that someday I will fulfill his dream. 

I love You DAD! I will make you Proud.

Saail Pokhrel



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