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Sunday, March 11, 2007

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

how often in life do we overlook the good intentions of people and misunderstand their good will? and because we're no longer children, we may not be as lucky as the little girl, who managed to convey her feelings to her dad. often when we're misunderstood, we don't bother to explain anymore. we blame the people around us for not being grateful, yet we are too bothered by emotions to explain.

often times, we unknowingly hurt the people we love the most. often times, we get hurt so badly that we bear grudges too deep. stepping back, i see the sensitivity of this world. how things work, so wrongly sometimes. how people change and how we can't blame them sometimes.

when we try to hurt someone on purpose, we're mean but the feeling isn't so bad. what hurts the most will be hurting someone unknowingly, and maybe only realising too late, when the person is too far gone.

isn't it the same all the time? like they always say, it's always better to do something, than nothing at all. cos in the end, you may beg for forgiveness for the wrong things you've done, but once the date expires, you can never do the things you've wanted to but never did, ever again.

i miss you.
-cheryl
2:14 AM





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