Your little snores make my heart soar.
I love you even when you throw your tantrums,
even when you fight sleep.
I love you, even when I get old and forget everything.
Remember I love you, when I act confused lost in my memories or feelings.
Love is the deepest memory hidden inside of us all.
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Letters To A Young Spiritual Seeker 
I miss my dad suddenly 😔.
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Good thing or bad thing? Thanks for reading. PS-My daughter has the same name as you.
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Mostly the good memories. It was a good thing we settled our differences before he died. A father’s love is like no other.
Really? Winnie is her name?
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Yes, Winnie is short for Winifred.
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And mine is Rowena 😊
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You are the first Winnie that’s a Rowena that I’ve met. It’s my lucky day. 😉
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😄. I’m so glad 😊. There’s a story behind that name. It was my uncle who named me that. If I’m not mistaken he named me after a cartoon character (I forgot 😄) who laughs a lot. It’s not Winnie the Pooh though. I have to research for that 😉
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