
I have a father that I see only ninety six hours a week during dinner until 11 pm before I make a move to the bed or be at his home office , or at the evening and that is if he doesnt already have others plan . Apart from that , he's not always here . Sometimes we talk , sometimes we don't . Most of the time , when we talk , it will always about ambition , bussiness , my future-planning and the bored stuffs . I already haven't feel the warmth of his hugs . Yet there's still a little girl inside of me and I miss that hug . I admit that I really never had a close-relationship with him , since he's always does not stuck at home 24/7 when I reached around 4 years old . But I dont really care ; I'm growing up with friends and get used with it . That moment when I saw the scenes of daughter & father somewhere , I realised how much it bothered me that I have never had a father that I could turn to .
Welcome to the world ,
Welcome to the family , Hani Umairah .
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