Last January marked his 11 years....gone.
He was someone that everyone can count on. Like, he was a Prime Minister. He did helped a lot of people. He did gave his best shots for everyone. He did sacrificed himself for everyone that he loved. He was just........amazingly a person.
I remember how trembling I was when capturing that he went forever just by laying beside me. It was a terrifying moment for all of us. I remember how it was a mess morning. I remember how I skipped my very first day as a 'morning student'. I remember how pity I was sitting at the corner and just looking at everyone's effort to make sure that he was not......dead. But, it was all too late.
That day......was really one of the worst day ever. I was just a little kid. I was just his younger princess. And I lost him. 9 years, believe me, 9 years were never enough. I miss him.
I remember about how he always treated me like I'm his life. His only princess because I'm the youngest. I remember how he would take me to sleep whenever I've a nightmare. I remember how he would always sing me a song or any of us to put us sleep. I remember how he laughed when I took all of the onions with me to bed because I'm scared of Pontianak. I remember how he hugged me. I remember how kissed me. I remember how he was mad at me. I remember everything.
Everyone thought I was too young to understand everything. Maybe I was. But I wasn't too young to feel the heartache of losing someone that should be with me through the days.
Until today.........I don't even dare or I don't even like to talk about him or any father in this world.I hate the fact that I don't have anyone to scold me when I want to go out with friends, I hate the fact that I have no one, a father to fetch me at school. I hate the fact that......I don't have anyone to be call 'father'. I honestly want......a dad.
And yes, I miss my dad. Like a lot and that its killing me because I can't meet him to let go my feeling.
