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Day 345: Stories

My favourite stories of my dad,
are the ones where he pouts and acts sad.

They are the ones, where he throw a tantrum,
totally forgetting he is a man of wisdom.

The ones where he behaves and is a great leader,
Let the world tell those stories of glamour.

They can have the orator and the great man,
I will keep my very flawed, but loveable, human.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: It’s getting close to my birthday and also the day my dad passed, so I think the memories are nearer to the surface. My dad was a writer, a teacher, principal, a leader, a community builder and so on. He was loved and respected by many of his students and always (kept impressing me) remembered them and their stories. When I think of him, it is always when he was merely my dad and my friend – those are the stories that I will pass on. The other ones, about the things he did and stuff he created, I will let the world tell those.

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