Emotions gushing down, she stared at the boat. It belonged to her father, whom she barely knew.
A fisherman, early in the morning before she woke, he’d sail out in the seas for the big catch and by the time he returned late night, she’d be fast asleep.
He saved every penny earned, for her. He’d look at her soft sleeping face, and vowed to give her a better life. Not one in the village, but in the city and educated.
Successful city-woman now, she traced a line along the boat’s edges. A soft breeze blew. Her father’s sacrifice wasn’t wasted.
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