Papa

My papa was one, when his father passed away.  Back then men went to desert and worked for days, and the gusty desert winds would suffocate the workers occasionally.  That's how my granpa died, leaving behind a wife and eight children.  My papa was the youngest of all, brought up an orphan, since his mom being so overwhelmed with family chores and kids, left younger ones to the older ones to survive.  Papa went on without eating for days at times and slept on the kitchen floor at the place he worked for food.  He never told me the sotry, too hard for him to remember those bitter days.  So, my papa grew up and married the most beautiful girl on earth, he told me that.  He loved her and loved us.  We never had much money, but when papa came home, he took us for ice-cream and on hot summer days to "Fanfar", Shemran and I foget the names....
Papa gave us love and in my whole entire life don't remember him ever being mad at us....My papa is the most special man on earth, though not perfect, but he did what he could for us.  And I always say, the best thing a father could do for his children is to love their mother.