goodbye...

july 7

my father left again... as what always happens... he went back to Dubai to work there... it's so sad because i was in school when he left... but it's the usual scenario ever since i was a child...

before when i was still 4 years old i think, my father arrived from abroad... that time i could not remember that he was my father... actually, i do not talk to him that time... i even broke the toy he has given me... it has really been a hard time for him to make me recognize him as my father... it's quite funny but it's true... my mother told me before that whenever i learn that my father was the one who prepared my milk, i would not drink that anymore... i wonder why i did such thing before...

i could not really remember that i have done those things... now, i won't be doing those things anymore... 'cause i have grown up... and i love my father so much...