I couldn't understand the value of photos until two years back, when I no longer could see my Abba's smile, or pose ( can't describe in words his charismatic persona) alongside him.
And now I look back, and try to retrieve every single memory, blur or clear, it matters, sometimes it comes as a current of tears, while other times it brings back that day as if he will just turn back from his leathery chair and call my name, in a voice that brightens my day...
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