"Andrea, can you tell me something about your first love?" My boyfriend asked me one day.

I smiled. "The first man who caught my heart is really the most unforgettable one."

"He's an ideal man—the first man who made me smile, with his sweet gestures.... warm hugs, jokes, and wacky face." I laughed.

"He's also the first man who brought me into tears, when he went abroad. He sent me love letters," I continued.

"He's really really handsome!"

My boyfriend suddenly frowned. "More handsome than me?" he asked.

"Yes! He's more handsome than you!" We just both laughed.

"With him in my life, I always feel safe. He's really protective, kind, and God-fearing. He always told me to pray and thank God for everything. For me, he is the best!"

My boyfriend hugged me. "You had already thought that he is the best, and yet, you still chose me. Why?" he asked.

"Because he told me to choose you."

He faced me— with confused eyes.

"Why did he do that?"

"Because he sees himself in you," I answered.

"I don't get it. Who's that man? Who's your first love?"

A smiled formed in my lips, thinking about that man.

"My Dad."


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