This year's Christmas would be the first Christmas without my dad. REALLY miss him.
Fortunately, I was able to fill up my time by going to class from Monday till Thursday and my only holiday is Friday.
Somehow, there is this little reason that makes me doesn't wanna go thru my weekends.
I used to have a day which is called
Well, it lasted not very long since my dad was gone.
Secondly, my tears were uncontrollable.
I felt pain when people care. The feelings of sympathy from others. I can't take it.
I would cry even more.
Don't mention anything and that will do just FINE :)
Carved my dad's figure and voice in my head. Because I'm so scare that one fine day, I would forget him eventually. His voice, his laughter, and everything.
I'm getting stronger than anyone could imagine. I still remember my daddy's cheerful smile and how he went thru his life. Live life to the fullest.
My dad was a honest man. He don't fake. He's happy. I wanna be like him. There's no last message from him before his last breathe and my GREATEST regret was not being able to tell him, "I LOVE YOU"
Because I love him, I would cherish my mother even more.
p/s: Christmas
cheers! :)
