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Dark and quiet
More quiet than the previous nights
The cricket, the birds, the dogs, the drinkers were all quiet
None made a single sound
There was something about that night, but i cant just place my fingers on it.
My father called us on a round table
He brought a loaf of bread, and shared it among us
Although it was barely enough to satisfy our hunger and thirst
We ate it peacefully since it was coming from my father
My father looked at us, one after the other
My eyes met with his
There was something about his looks, but i cant place my fingers on it
Soon my father broke the silence
His words were so simple yet intense
He carefully picked his words
His words was touching and inspiring
But why was he saying all these, I taught
But I cant just place my fingers on it
Then he was quite again
I had lots of questions to ask him, but I dared not to ask
Then he spoke two words
“SERVE ME”
he said it wit so much passion, that word echoed in my head, over and over again
And I wandered why he said that
But I never knew that was going to be his last word
My father died!!!
He dint just die like an ordinary man,
He died leaving the greatest legacy the world has ever known
because he died for his children. YOU AND I
it was indeed a night to remember.

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