Minutes ago, in one of the drawers I ran into an old envelop from nine years ago, on which is Papa's beautiful handwriting.
Missing his big warm hands which always had the nails cut very short.
We have a very cold winter here this year.
Happy new year to you, papa.
Wherever you are, I hope it is a warm place with no pain, no pain at all.
I pray it is. This is my smile to you, papa. Sure you've been badly missing it.
i want take the writing to every papa under sky!
may all papa(s) happiness in new year!