Dad, do you remember that time when we watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire together? I can't believe it was 17 years ago. I think it was on a sunday night since you weren't working late. I recall resting my head upon your chest with my arms encircled around your stomach. It was not a very extravagant way to spend a sunday night indeed, but my three year old self thought that spending time with her dad was worth more than anything.
Maybe you think I've changed so much ever since. We barely see each other. We don't talk as much. I don't bawl my eyes anymore when you leave town. I don't hug you as tight as I did when I was three. I don't rest my head on your chest and sleep in your embrace anymore. My eyes maybe don't gleam as much as it used to upon the sight of you.
Maybe the change in our relationship upsets you. I see it in your eyes sometimes. Frankly, it makes me sad, too. I know you miss your little girl; she's all grown up now and there's no way for you to turn back the time. Please believe me, dad, when I say I'm still the same girl I was 17 years ago - all I have ever wanted is to see you smile because of me. Nothing else in the world could compare to that.
Our relationship has never been smooth since the beginning. We have passed through so many bumpy and rocky roads. There are times when I wish I could run away from you and live all by myself. More than once have I blamed you for the unfortunate events I had to live through and the emotional trauma that ensued afterwards. We have had our fair share of turmoils, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, dad. You reside deep in my heart, always, and know that I couldn't imagine life without you. I'm eternally grateful for your presence, dad, for without you, I may never be the woman I am now.
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