Abebe s.m workeye,
To my beloved father, as a kid you was my best friend, I miss the way you don’t come through the front door, guess will meet again through another door, as we pass through a holy month of Easter, may GOD forgive my fathers sins and except him into heaven, I know your pain is unberable, but God doesn’t put people through more pain than they can bear, verily hardships comes ease, My farther, my teacher and best friend
