"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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Yesterday at church I saw a little girl being swayed and twirled by her daddy when the offertory song was playing. It kind of reminded me of my dad and I who used to do the same thing, but in a rather different sense.
My dad and I used to make good music together, one that appeals to both of our ears. We share this deep knack for the classics of the olden days such as the beatles and kenny loggins. We may never see eye to eye most of the time, but I know that we have a father-daughter understanding that others don't have.
As quick as each of the songs we play pass, our music vanished. We are now standing at two opposite ends of a rope. And I'm still waiting for him to draw me back to him again because all too soon, the clock will do strike midnight, and I would be gone. And we might not have our chance to dance while I'm still in his arms.
I don't know. Maybe he did let go of me earlier than expected. But I don't care, really. No matter how distant we stand apart from each other now, I would always consider myself as his cinderella becasue he still knows something the prince never knew.
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