dad

Last night as I was falling asleep I remembered the time when I had for some reason got used to breathing through my mouth. Dad had explained to me that aside from the problems caused by air not going through the nose to the lungs, it will also affect my teeth. I understood the words, but not the importance of what he was saying to me. For many nights he would climb the stairs to my bedroom and make sure my mouth was closed when I was asleep ... somehow the habit went away ... I can think of a lot more they went through for me ...

I fell asleep with a big smile, knowing mum and dad will be here soon ... as mum always says, I will always be a little girl to them no matter how old I am.