tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post213677971133197643..comments2023-08-18T02:45:22.740-06:00Comments on Sonatina: and if the flowers, the little ones, knewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-90362343779207604172008-04-02T15:50:00.000-06:002008-04-02T15:50:00.000-06:00thankin you, Miss Jessie.tinathankin you, Miss Jessie.<BR/><BR/>tinaChristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-53160828442672886552008-03-30T21:54:00.000-06:002008-03-30T21:54:00.000-06:00Dad's don't usually seem to say when they're proud...Dad's don't usually seem to say when they're proud. I would have swore to you that mine hated me. Until I moved out. And then every time I came home, I found out that I could talk to him, about random things, for hours. Nothing particularly meaningful. But just learning that I _could_ talk to him, and that he wanted to talk to me made me realize that dads love their children very very much, Aethelflaedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15511884130081481917noreply@blogger.com