Sunday’s Strolls

Sunday’s Strolls

Stroll

father

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.