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"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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My dad...
was/is a complete knob-jockey, but one word of advice he gave will always stay with me. He imparted this golden nugget of wisdom one bright, summer's day with a worldly-wise glint in his one good eye as I sat on his lap. Proudly wearing my school uniform, cap lying askew on my head, he began his lesson. ''Laughter'', he said, gently removing my cap and ruffling my mop of straw blonde hair, ''is the best medicine.'' Three months later my sister died of tuberculosis.
( , Sun 28 Nov 2010, 15:30, Reply)
was/is a complete knob-jockey, but one word of advice he gave will always stay with me. He imparted this golden nugget of wisdom one bright, summer's day with a worldly-wise glint in his one good eye as I sat on his lap. Proudly wearing my school uniform, cap lying askew on my head, he began his lesson. ''Laughter'', he said, gently removing my cap and ruffling my mop of straw blonde hair, ''is the best medicine.'' Three months later my sister died of tuberculosis.
( , Sun 28 Nov 2010, 15:30, Reply)
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