Watching this old snap when I was born, how his firm hands held us tight and his calm touch vanished our fears.

I watched Pa resting on the rocking chair, the robust personality withered with age & Parkinson.

His deep voice held thousand people but now he could be hardly heard.

Once he held me whenever I stumbled while learning to walk.

It was a joyous moment when he taught me to walk but now my heart comes into my mouth when I ask him to take one step at a time & balance his gait.

Linked with FridayFotoFiction Week 12

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