As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my old toilet at the parental units place with tears running steadily down my cheek. Mum's place is full of family from near and far as today marks the second year ish my dad fell sick with stroke. Didn't want anyone to see me crying, so here I am hiding in the toilet for some privacy.
I miss Papa. I rarely talk about him anymore coz everytime I do the floodgates just open like this and I can't stop crying. Spent twenty years growing up in this house under his watchful eye, all the memories we had together just came flooding back.
At times like these, it's family I need most, and everyone is here.That shows how much we love you, Pa.. Ok, I better stop, before everyone starts looking for me. Just had to let it out.. Pa, I love you so much, I'll always be your little girl, no matter what..
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