a city girl’s ballad

Nothing makes a city girl like me feel happier than the sight of green rice field, cold breeze, and the orchestra of the crickets.

Thank you, Daddy, to make all of these possible. Dad is the only man who always tries his best to make me happy. The only man I can always count on. I love you, Daddy. – at Atta Mesari Villa

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