By MARIGA THOITHI More by this AuthorI am finally getting to balance my feelings when it comes to my father. One of the first memories that come to mind was in primary school when I was in class six or thereabout. Then, a twelve-year-old me was so stressed about finishing my homework and being behind on school work. One time in my third year at university I got a call from my dad which tickled me. I've learned that the most beautiful memories aren't grand or extraordinary, they're the little things that tug your heart and make you smile even though it might not make sense to everyone else.

Source: Daily Nation June 20, 2020 06:22 UTC