When I was in college, I sent my dad a text message as I was too ashamed to say sorry to him in person. One day while checking his new phone, I stumbled upon it. He has changed his phone endless times, but he still has that message. I guess, it's stored in the SIM. Today when he said he is not well. I recalled all those little fights that made our father-daughter relationship strong. And, my heart weak with love for him. Love you, dad. Get well soon!