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Monday, May 29, 2006

Just two words: "Daddy, Daddy"

In Villagers Mourn Loved Ones Lost to Quake :

JAMPRIT, Indonesia (AP) -- Poniran's daughter was breathing when he dug her from the ruins of his house. But 5-year-old Ellie died in his arms as they waited for treatment at a hospital overflowing with injured.

''Her last words were 'Daddy, Daddy,''' said Poniran, who like many Indonesians goes by one name. He took a break from searching the rubble of his village for salvageable items. ''I have to start my life from zero again.''


In today's issue of the Phil. Daily Inquirer, a news article beneath a full-colored front-page photograph of villagers burying their dead in Indonesia bears the headline "Her last words were 'Daddy, Daddy". The lead paragraphs:
BANTUL, Indonesia - his daughter was still breathing when Poniran dug out her out of the ruins of his house. But the 5-year old died in his arms as he waited for treatment at a hospital overflowing with the injured.

"Her last words were 'Daddy, Daddy," Poniran said as he took a break from searching in the ruins of his quake-devastated house for salvageable items. "I have to start my life from zero again."

Same subject (the quake that rocked Indonesia on Saturday). Same newswire source (the AP). Different readership. Same picture of grief.

Father's Day is not far off.

A lot of persons won't hear themselves be called 'Daddy'. Others won't have anyone to call 'Daddy.'

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