This morning, I woke up in tears—sobbing tears. I was missing my late dad. In December, it will be ten years since he left to be with the Creator. I turned to my left to look at his picture, said my prayers, and talked to him just as I would when he was still alive. I cried even more. I still keep his old WhatsApp messages and often reread them to soothe the ache of missing him. Thank goodness for technology. Even though I am a mother to sons in their twenties, I am still my Papa's little girl