Since I was just a little girl, all i ever cared about is to grow up fast. But as i grow up, i started to realise that Dad didn't really bother much about Lisa and me anymore. It's always the same routine everyday. He'll wake up, eat his breakfast, go to work, come back home late at night, get his night bath, sleep. That's just basically what he does.
This past few weeks, literally many thoughts filled up my mind. It's not just normal thoughts on what i should wear or what hairstyle i should pull off. No. Negative thoughts, tons of them. Are things going to get worse? I don't know. But for what i know is that whatever's gonna happen next, i am strong enough. Mum and Dad started fighting frequently. In the morning before dad goes to work and after he gets back. But the next morning wasn't really what i expected.
"Good morning, Dad!", i said as he went down the stairs.
He didn't give me a reply. All he ever did was that he took a glance at me, and looked away. Normally whenever i wish him a good morning, he would give me a fore head kiss, but this time round? It's like i don't know him anymore.
