it has been three years, 5 days, 10 hours, and 25 minutes since that day. i've been wondering how is he doing, is he okay there. i keep sending him my prayers because i know that's the only way that i could do to help him. i realize there will be nothing that i could do to make me back to those days, when i always can see him, when he is always look after me.
i miss the way he looked at me
i miss the hours that he spent to wait for me
i miss the horn that he rang when he picked me up
i miss seeing him working with computer
i miss seeing him taking my towel after i brushed my teeth
i miss hearing his laugh
i miss the way he talk on the phone
i miss everything about you, dad..
we'll meet again, one day....
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