Father's princess is going to write about insensible father

Yes, i can call myself a father's princess. I know i am not a beautiful girl, neither too much inteligent girl nor i scored top position in college and my father still loves me like a princes.
My father is not a superhero neither he has a luxurious palce , but still i love him.

I may that you may be suprised that why here i am talking about my father while this blog is about journey of single mother.
Well, here i am raising a child who has not seen his father. His father is not dead, he is alive but his father or my ex husband gas disowned him.
So, here a father's princess is going to write that how careless and insensible fathers are also on the lovely earth.
This is my first blog post.
First of all you need to know my name.
My name is ruchi sehgal and my son name is tejas sehgal. Read my next blog to know more about my story.
Thanks
bye bye


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