The Bridge of my Father

“Hold my hand, dear,” said my Dad.
“No Dad, you hold my hand. If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are there that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.” This is what I say whenever I am harassed and squeezed by trials and tribulations.

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