SIXTEEN- BJYX

1. Date with Dad.

"Dad!" I cried as I swung my arms to hug the most awesome man in the universe.
He laughed as he twirled me around.

"I told you not to come today." I scolded, not because I didn't like him coming but because he was already occupied with his work.

"I missed you" he chuckled as he flicked my nose with his finger.

We are best friends, dad and me.
My hero and favourite person.
To me, he was my world.

We walked across the road before he turned and gave me that smirk.
"You didn't bring him." I gasped.
"I did." He said calmly as he tilted his head towards the ride.
He was Dad's beauty.

Dad was a Motor Racer and he was preparing for an upcoming event.
I hated when he came over to pick me up, especially on days like today when he came directly from practice.
He was tired enough already.
But no matter how much I told him I was 16 and no longer 5, he would never listen.

"Dad misses princess" he would repeat everytime.
He dotted on me too much, the amount I loved him back.

"Hold tight princess" he said as we set off to go.
I hugged him closely and inhaled the comforting scent of sandalwood. It calmed me. It always calms me.
We rode to a food stall.

"Aunt Yan went home." I said as a matter of fact and looked sideways.

So what this actually about is that, dad is a terrible cook and I guess I took that after him. We were always together and on days when Aunt Yan went home early, we would eat out to avoid burning the house.

Just in front of us, we watched a family of three laughing as they left the place. The parents were holding the hands of their 5 year old daughter as she skipped happily between them.

The scene made me freeze for a moment. And I could feel Dad do the same as he held his breathe. He never told me. He doesn't..but deep down I knew he missed mom...like I did...
And I never tried to pry about mom either because I didn't like to see him the pain in his eyes.

"You miss her." I spoke my thoughts loudly which broke his reverie.

"It's cold. Let's get in." He sucked his breath and walked in.

We ate silently. First, Dad didn't like eating and talking together so the habit grew with me. Second, the scene we just saw...and probably my words seemed to distract him a lot.

After we were done, we returned home. Dad knew how I loved the feeling of the wind beating my face.
The thrills it sends me when we zoom off, passing highways and cars, places...I loved it.
I shouted happily and felt the back of Dad vibrating as he chuckled, also probably shaking his head.

I pressed my head on his back and smiled warmly as I held him tight, as if i was afraid that he would disappear.

When we reached home, grandpa was already home. We had to eat out because both Grandpa and Uncle would be late.
He grunted as he looked at his watch.
I stifled a laughter as walked towards the stairs. Grandpa was like this...always strict with the time.

I sighed as I watched Dad's figure disappearing and walked into my universe.
After I showered, I fiddled with the locket on my neck.
It comforted me greatly. The moon had always comforted me and just like that, I drifted off to sleep.