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Sunday, October 09, 2005
I'm proud of my dad. And I love him so. I may never have the chance to tell him that, as we all live in a Oriental society. We don't openly display our affections for each other like those angmohs in their dramas. But I really really hope he knows that I do love him. This ungrateful daughter of his still love him. Yes, the young girl who made him cry when she said didn't wanted to go school. The girl who kept losing her stuff in school and kept asking him to buy those stuff that she lost. The girl whom he spent alot of time and effort to teach. The girl whom he bought story bookes and tapes to improve her english. The girl who broke his heart by camping in her room when having an arguement with parents. The girl who stayed out late because she quarreled with her mother. The teenager who failed to get into Uni after spending two years in Junior College. The Super Dad who buys meals for his lazy daughter everyday. The Super Dad who washes clothes.
What did I do in the past life to deserve a dad like him? I'm still making him worried even though I'm reaching 20. I'm so useless.
My dad and yeye are the best men I ever known. I know they still love me no matter what. They showed me what family love is. I'm so proud of them.