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My daughter wants me to call her


My daughter 1 month old
I have just talked to my daughter.

When PaSsu one day wrote how he missed his daughter being away from her on a workshop at Chukha, I might have rolled my eyes a couple of times. But now here I am. I have been away from my beloved daughter for more than two weeks now. And of course PaSsu was so right – I miss my daughter so much. I dream about her every night and her mother allows me to talk to her on the phone. Sometimes when I call her mother, my daughter happens to be doing her round of crying. But when I start to talk and console her on the phone, she stops crying. This happened many times now. This makes me think that she can recognize her father’s melodic voice.

Jokes aside, I become so happy when she listens to my voice on the receiver and giggles, pretending and trying to say so many things to me.  Sometimes I wonder if she tries to tell me how she misses me and why I was being away from her for a long time. And this makes me miss her even more, the mere thought of it.

And before I forget, I miss my daughter’s mother too. I am so glad of how wonderfully she takes care of our daughter. 

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  1. Bro, like the father, you daughter looks cute and great!

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  2. Brother, i have been doing that too so i can feel your feelings! But i was told that keeping the mobile phone near the child's ear now and then will affect him/her. But i cannot help talking to my daughter when she is away!

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