𝑺𝒐𝒏:“𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑑… 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.ᐣ”𝑫𝒂𝒅:“𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛… 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡.”𝑺𝒐𝒏:“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐷𝑎𝑑… 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.ᐣ”𝑫𝒂𝒅:𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦...“𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑛…𝐼’𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠.𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑠.𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑…?𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑—𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦,𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡,𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡.𝑊𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠,𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟—𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 & 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦...𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 & 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠,𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒.𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ.𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛....𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒𝑠...ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑...𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑙𝑙....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑺𝒐𝒏:............𝑫𝒂𝒅:“𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑠𝑜𝑛.𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠.𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔:𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑑,𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑧𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑.𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑…𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒.𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡…𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.”𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑛....𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙Wahied Amirkhan

If you see the moon, you will see beauty.If you see the sun, you will see strength.If you see a mirror, you will see the finest creation. So believe it.We are all tourists, and life has already mapped out our routes, bookings, and destinations. Trust the journey and enjoy every moment.Life is just a journey! Therefore, live today.Tomorrow may not be.

A man is rich, whose heart is light,Whose pleasures are simple, and his joys in sight,He finds delight, in nature's gentle breeze, and sunshine warmshis soul, with effortless ease.His wealth is measured, not in gold or might, But in the beauty, of a peaceful night, A walk in thewoods, a book by the fire,These are the treasures, that his heart desires.He is the richest, who can find delight, In the smallest pleasures, that life brings to sight,A child's laughter, a friend's warmembrace, These are the riches,that fill his heart with grace.So let us not be fooled, by wealth's disguise,For true richness lies, in a heart that's wise, That finds joy in the simple things, And treasures love,above all earthly rings.

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again.