When I was 6, Dad and I would sit on the low tank in the compound and we'd draw a rough plot of a house on a farm. It always had a pond, a bridge and a house.
It's been 15 years. We have a farm. Dad's put in a whole lot of his time and resources into this.
And I'm proud. It's good to see him so happy and so involved and so earnest in this.
My parents got married in the house where I stay. The guest list had some 20 people. Yes, only immediate family. No religion and all that jazz (We're Atheists).
And yes, like it runs in my blood, I'll be getting married there. If I do. But yes, it'll be here. Without the jazz. With more people. Everyone I love. And someone I love like it'd kill me not to.


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