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Papa , you owe me a dance.
Today is my father’s birthday. My father was a very gentle man who never raised his voice. He was quiet but friendly. When we have vegetables for lunch or dinner,I would always be the last person on the dining table. I must finish what's on my plate. I hated veggies especially carrots and sayote! I would come up with plans to get rid of them like giving it to the dog when nobody is looking but if Papa is around, I would beg him to finish my veggies for me or I will get in trouble with my mom. He never lets me down ;). That was our own little secret.He was a tricycle driver(motorcycles with a sidecar (passenger-cabin) on a third wheel attached). I always loved riding his motorcycle. When I was young I would look forward to him coming home for lunch and hoped he had brought me a pianono bread (a sweet bread that we both liked) or a custard cake of which I would only eat the custard part and give him the rest. I know when my father is getting near to our house, I know very well the sound of his tricycle. Some
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