I remember Sunday evening strolls with my father and siblings.
I can still sense the calm presence of his nurturing and attentiveness.
As we strolled with our father through neighborhoods admiring eyes from the sidelines watched with admiration from afar.
I remember the pride my father had and the smile on his face while taking our ritual strolls.
To me, taking Sunday strolls were more than a ritual, it was bonding time.
The memories will remain forever embedded in my heart.