Dad in his younger days. I forgot he was so young and handsome.
He was a great Dad, and supervised our homework. Our fond memories were him assigning us one composition a day during the holidays, and then marking and discussing our work. It was a good bonding time, because we all hurdled round him in his armchair.
I remember Charles acknowledging that his English fit to be a lawyer, was due to that "One composition a day." I echo that my love for writing stemed from way back when I was in Primary school.
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