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Fathers:

                                                                   A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS

They provide guardianship and we seek security from them. Still, fathers never fail to teach us how to love ourselves, how to protect us, and how much we are worth. Their role in our lives becomes the base of our personality and confidence, with it, we grow and learn to become independent. Fathers are a crucial role in the life of a human being. They not only give their all to make their children and family happy, but they are also the ones who think the very best of you, who belive in you the most, even when no one does. They stand, clapping, supporting, when no one else is.

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