Thursday, February 04, 2010

Happy 56th Birthday, Ayah Tersayang!


There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery

This is the only man who is capable of turning me into a pool of sap, even without even trying. What a useful weapon, I tell you. Love you to bits, ayah. May your life be filled with love, forgiveness, prosperity, faith, understanding and everlasting peace. Just as much and even more than how you filled them in mine.


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