Three jingles of the bell was the signature tune for Daddy’s arrival from work. We’d all rush out to meet him, not necessarily because we hadn’t seen him all day long. It was the tasty treats in his bag we were racing for. And as was the norm, Daddy always had a surprise in there somewhere. Candy, chocolates, ice-cream, cookies… the list goes on.

Daddy’s gone now and even though I’m all grown up, I miss the sound of his bicycle. Every time I see one or hear its bell ring, my mind quickly goes back to those nostalgic moments.


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