Angela

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This mini story was written for (comment And contest) held by ananti19

He sat there in his desk, trying to finish writing his new book. His little angel was cross-legged on the floor, making a colorful mess with her crayons while singing childish songs loudly. He couldn't work, but he smiled, watching her delicate face form a cute expression of concentration as she scribbled and doodled. Her dark curls, her round cheeks and her musical chirpy voice reminded him of her late mother.

Angela was only a few months old when he lost his wife. She'd been the sun of his life, but now Angela is the most beautiful reflection of her mom. His daughter was lively, funny and extremely loud. He liked silence and she was full of chaos. But who said being a single father was an easy task?

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