Hug Day, 2017 - An Embrace of Protection and Forever!
12th February, 2017 
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Hug Day
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There are times when people seek love, look out for someone to stand by with, but more than that most of us watch out for someone to hold onto, someone who always have their arms around us, arms of love, protection and compassion.
Such was his presence in her life.
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They grew up together, from infancy to the time they had their own opinions; from a li'l tuck under the blanket to the time she moved out of the place to spread away her wings.
He always had his hands of protection guarded around her. On the first day of school, when she cried for the first time, when someone teased her for the very first instance, when she had crossed a milestone of achievement like a conquerer, he always stood by her, guiding her all along, entrusting her with his arms of a forever bond.
Until, it was the last time.
The last time when she'll cry on his shoulder, the last time when she'll bid him goodbye, the last time when she'll live under his embrace, and the very last time she'll feel him around, and his hug of fatherly love because this was the first and the last time she has ever seen him cry, so much.
She did bid her farewell to what she was, but she couldn't bid a goodbye to the time she had lived by, the memories she held, the love she owned because that's how she has always felt him around, protective, caring and compassionate, because that tight hug from a father in the times of trouble assures you that nothing can go wrong, nothing will, because he's there and he'll always be.
And if he isn't, he leaves out a part of him in the person he leaves you out to, the person you marry, the arms change, so do the person, but if the feelings remain to be the same, the father did his job, and he did so with all his heart.
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😍Hug Day
🤗There are times when people seek love, look out for someone to stand by with, but more than that most of us watch out for someone to hold onto, someone who always have their arms around us, arms of love, protection and compassion.
Such was his presence in her life.
😌They grew up together, from infancy to the time they had their own opinions; from a li'l tuck under the blanket to the time she moved out of the place to spread away her wings.
He always had his hands of protection guarded around her. On the first day of school, when she cried for the first time, when someone teased her for the very first instance, when she had crossed a milestone of achievement like a conquerer, he always stood by her, guiding her all along, entrusting her with his arms of a forever bond.
Until, it was the last time.
The last time when she'll cry on his shoulder, the last time when she'll bid him goodbye, the last time when she'll live under his embrace, and the very last time she'll feel him around, and his hug of fatherly love because this was the first and the last time she has ever seen him cry, so much.
She did bid her farewell to what she was, but she couldn't bid a goodbye to the time she had lived by, the memories she held, the love she owned because that's how she has always felt him around, protective, caring and compassionate, because that tight hug from a father in the times of trouble assures you that nothing can go wrong, nothing will, because he's there and he'll always be.
And if he isn't, he leaves out a part of him in the person he leaves you out to, the person you marry, the arms change, so do the person, but if the feelings remain to be the same, the father did his job, and he did so with all his heart.
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