It was a heart wrenching meeting yesterday.
What I saw was a father's humble plea for people to help.
His heart was broken.
He laid down his pride.
He humbled himeself.
He has cried days for her.
He was going all out to win his daughter's heart back.

But his daughter was still stuck in her cinderella story.
Thinking that there will be a happily ever after.

All I can do now is to pray.
For restoration.
For her eyes to be open to see..
her father's love for her.

As I told him, "It's been hard on you."
Tears inevitably welled up in my eyes.
My face muscles cringed.
My heart softened.

It seemed like then and there,
I was walking down my very own memory lane.
It's been hard too..
on my father.

As he shared his heart out,
I felt he resembled my dad.

Who was there to pick me up when I fall?
My dad.
Who was there to stand up for me?
My dad.
Who was the one who solved my problems when i ran into them?
My dad.
Who laid down his pride just so I can keep mine?
My dad.

My daddy loves me.
My Father in heaven loves me too.
I am a blessed child.