When I think of my school, I remember
My Daddy,
who drops me every day in a bicycle,
To a school, where cars were lined up at the entrance
He alerts me, without forgetting,
Not to be reckless in the class.
Checks my daily homework
And he's tolerates my bunch of lies,
I tell to escape from studying.
He's been trying desperately to get me to win.
But he was not there anymore, before I could finish the race.
Daddy! Be proud, I am a determined woman.
That you were dreaming of making me
©ranash
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