I have countless father-daughter memories to cherish for a lifetime and I am thankful to you for all those memories.
We hear sounds of the adjoining stream, and the occasional tweet, growl and roars of the inhabitants of the Reserve.
My memory of vibrant Fall colors is limited to beautiful picture post cards. A pretty great season for leaf peeping seems to be shaping up.
Alok looks straight into her eyes and it was as if Anu had never died, what with all the days of sitting by her bedside staring at her life support machine.