Shawl of love.
My fathers shawl. This shawl is more than just a piece of cloth to me; it's a symbol of my father's love. He loved it for its quality and warmth, and it's been with me since I left home for studies and now for marriage. It's my go-to companion during travels and winter days.
Whenever my father sees it, he can't help but praise its goodness and reminds him how it kept him warm during his pilgrimage days. Now, I'm using it to keep my baby warm, and she's grown so fond of it that she asks for it before bedtime.
It's as if my father's love is with us, wrapped in this shawl. 😊
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