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I love my Daddy


Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
but heaven’s just too far

You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.



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Busy Day

MOM“Mommy, look!” cried my daughter, Darla, pointing to a chicken hawk soaring through the air.

“Uh huh,” I murmured, driving, lost in thought about the tight schedule of my Day.

Disappointment filled her face. “What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” I asked, entirely dense.

“Nothing,” my seven-year-old said. The moment was gone. Near home, we slowed to search for the albino deer that comes out from behind the thick mass of trees in the early evening. She was nowhere to be seen. “Tonight, she has too many things to do,” I said.

Dinner, baths and phone calls filled the hours until bedtime.

“Come on, Darla, time for bed!” She raced past me up the stairs. Tired, I kissed her on the cheek, said prayers and tucked her in.

“Mom, I forgot to give you something!” she said. My patience was gone.

“Give it to me in the morning,” I said, but she shook her head.

“You won’t have time in the morning!” she retorted.

“I’ll take time,” I answered defensively. Sometimes no matter how hard I tried, time flowed through my fingers like sand in an hourglass, never enough. Not enough for her, for my husband, and definitely not enough for me.

She wasn’t ready to give up yet. She wrinkled her freckled little nose in anger and swiped away her chestnut brown hair.

“No, you won’t! It will be just like today when I told you to look at the hawk. You didn’t even listen to what I said.”

I was too weary to argue; she hit too close to the truth. “Good night!” I shut her door with a resounding thud.

Later though, her gray-blue gaze filled my vision as I thought about how little time we really had until she was grown and gone.

My husband asked, “Why so glum?” I told him.

“Maybe she’s not asleep yet. Why don’t you check,” he said with all the authority of a parent in the right. I followed his advice, wishing it was my own idea.

I cracked open her door, and the light from the window spilled over her sleeping form. In her hand I could see the remains of a crumpled paper. Slowly I opened her palm to see what the item of our disagreement had been.

Tears filled my eyes. She had torn into small pieces a big red heart with a poem she had written titled, “Why I Love My Mother!”

I carefully removed the tattered pieces. Once the puzzle was put back into place, I read what she had written:

Why I Love My Mother

Although you’re busy, and you work so hard You always take time to play I love you Mommy because I am the biggest part of your busy day!

The words were an arrow straight to the heart. At seven years old, she had the Wisdom of Solomon.

Ten minutes later I carried a tray to her room, with two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When I softly touched her smooth cheek, I could feel my heart burst with love.

Her thick dark lashes lay like fans against her lids as they fluttered, awakened from a dreamless sleep, and she looked at the tray.

“What is that for?” she asked, confused by this late-night intrusion.

“This is for you, because you are the most important part of my busy day!” She smiled and sleepily drank half her cup of chocolate. Then she drifted back to sleep, not really understanding how strongly I meant what I said.


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Ups and Downs as a single daughter

lonely 2 blog anBecause I was an only child (single daughter), I was interested to post an article about the ups and downs of being a single daughter. But this article is not a psychological analysis or scholarly essay. I just wanted to share what I felt.  Many people think that being an only child is fun because I will be very spoiled and sometimes treated very special in the family.  Well, actually the opinion or thought it was not entirely true. Sometimes or maybe often I have uncomfortable situation as a single child.

Every parent has a reason why they only have a single child. There are two reasons; first, for the some reason is it was planned. And the 2nd reason is for the some reason as well, the presence of a single child was not planned. So, what about me? I am being a single daughter just because the first reason. From the beginning my parents had planned just want to have one child. Well, I would like to say so sorry can’t tell what the reason is. (Sometimes I feel it is unfair-reason)

Ok, now I would like to talk about advantages and disadvantages being a single child. I will look from two sides. From parents side and from the child side itself.  First, let’s we look from the parents’ side. Mostly, parents who have one child doesn’t have big material burden compared with parents who have more than one child. This is one advantage of the parents. They do not need work too hard to comply the physical needs of their child. Economically, they aren’t need very large cost like living cost, school expense; daily cost, etc. It will be very different from parents who have a two or three child. Given the fact this means that a family or parent who has a single child is much more profitable than the parents who have many children.

 Next, let’s look to the disadvantages. So far, based on my experience in my family there is no big and significant problem on my parents. Even more my parents always busy with their business. If any, it’s only a matter of family atmosphere. I must admit that the home environment became so quiet. House environment not becomes lively. That’s it. In my family, this problem can be solved by as often as possible spend time together to take a traveling, shopping, dinner at our favorite restaurant, or just make a fun time at home. But I want to tell something that it all does not solve the most fundamental and crucial problem next.

Well, that is advantages and disadvantages from the parent’s perspective. Now, what about the child side?  Once again, I must admit that become a single daughter I was treated very special, I was very spoiled, got special privilege, and they are (my parents) even always fulfill what I want. (I don’t mean to be haughty, just a little example, my parents ever offered me a luxury condo as my birthday gift just because I said  that’s a beautiful condo). My parents always try to makes me comfortable in every circumstance. They treated me like a princesses. I think it’s a normal way. Because as a single daughter I becomes a precious treasure.

And, here’s my big problem…! Because they are treated me with a very special way, without my knowing,this affects to my personalities. There are two trait of a single child. First, it will become spoiled, arrogant, egocentric, antisocial and not popular. The second is, have an enclosed personality, sensitive, anxious, and pulling out from social relationship. To be honest, I have experienced it all around two years when I was in junior high school.  I could be the most annoying person, selfish, very arrogant, always underestimate to everyone (particularly to people who are not wealthier than me), I became an undeniable person, and the worst thing is, I HAVE NO FRIENDS…!!!

This is a horrible thing in my life…!!  I feel estranged, I was living in my own world and eventually I felt alone and lonely. This is the biggest problem that I faced. Much less, when I need to talk or share something important, I haven’t anybody except my parents (with notes, my parents are not busy). When my parents in a business traveling, I just stay with my nanny and that’s where I felt deeply alone and lonely. I do not feel ashamed to say that I often crying in my bedroom just because I am deeply alone and lonely. I live in loneliness and all the luxuries that I have totally meaningless. I could only pray and crying to GOD. (Fortunately, my parents my parents gave me a very strong religion education and I really grateful with it)

A brief story, soon I realized, I should to overcome that horrific problem and soon I also should change my mindset, my life style, and my behavior. But  it is not so easy. I have to struggle to be humble, learn to accept and respect others,learn to listen and accept other people’s opinions,learn not to be a selfish, learn to socialize, and learn many things of life aspect. I feel like a newborn baby. I have to learn from the beginning, like a baby just learning to crawl, I learn many new thing that I’ve never experienced and do before. And the biggest step for me to become a better person is, I told to my parents to stop spoiling me with all the luxuries and privileges and I want to be treated as an ordinary single daughter. And when I was in senior high school I decided to stay at the school dormitory. I want to learn be an independent person. Not always depend on my parents. I am aware that there are consequences of decision that I took. There is a price to pay. Slowly but sure I build my own life with my own best way. I am grateful to GOD that always lead and guide me to become a better person. And then I changed. I have many good friends, an I have tremendous  personal life. Until now I still learn about how to become a better person and not depend on someone. I am Happy with my own life now.

Well buddy, that’s my story. I realized it might not a good story or article. I am not a good writer. Like I said before, I just want to share a little part of my life. Especially my life as a single daughter. So if you think that being a single daughter is very nice and beautiful, I would have to say “It’s not entirely true. Because in other hand there are many unpleasant things even horrible that everyone doesn’t know.

when I feel alone, I only remember one of the most faithfully friend,

He always listen my grievance unconditionally, He wiped my loneliness tear into a hope of joy

He fulfill my emptiness with His loving kindness  and hugged me with lasting warmth,

God,  thank you for being a true friend, when everyone was gone and  when  the silence came over,

You always be with me, cheer me up with your unconditionally  warm and tender love and affection.

Warm Regards,

Karina Susanto



Five More Minutes

ady413_0While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.  “That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.  “He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”  Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”  The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”

Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”  The man smiled and said, “OK.”  “My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.  She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Life is all about making priorities, and family is one and only priority on top of all other, so spend all time you can with loved ones.

Photo source : www.sustrans.org.uk

Who or What do we love more?

Father and child sunset silhouetteA man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old daughter picked up a stone and scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his child’s hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.

When the child saw her father, with painful eyes he asked ‘Dad when will my fingers grow back?’ The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His daughter had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.

Remember, Anger and Love have no limit.  Always remember that “Things are to be used and people are to be loved”.  But the problem in today’s world is that “People are being used & Things are being loved”.


Photo credit : www.orangeparents.org

My Sweet little Angel

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’ I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice!
I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling,why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad’s sake, dear.
Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. ‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few
mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’………..Oh sure, darling’….’Promise?’……………..
‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinch the deal.
‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’, my daughter insisted.
My wife put her hand on Sindu’s, muttering ‘Promise’.
Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?’
‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation.All our attention was on her………….’Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.
‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’ ‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasp. ‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’
Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’
‘No, Dad. I do not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality.
‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.
‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra,and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’
It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’
‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.
‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom.She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.
‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates’Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’
I stood transfix. And then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!’
*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..*