Get this readers - At my age of 4, I was mistakenly being left at a fishmonger's. I was fascinated by crabs and fishes and I got lost. And my dad left me alone crying which according to him he'd searched the area well. Trust me, he did not. That was after a few months I moved in to Kelantan. Lucky for me, it was on 1994 and a guy sent me home in one piece. I could have been the first raped and murdered girl if the incident happened after Y2K. The blame has always been pointing to my father's parenting skills. I never got close to my dad ever since.
As I grow older and older, he's sorta forgiven unconditionally. He tried his very best to fade the memory, and always remains silent when the topic being brought up.
He's a unique dad I must say. But over-content with shy and ego. Well, men are forever be men.
Still green in my processor, who had been my biggest fan when I was in the ring, punching and kicking somebody asses in every Tae-Kwon-Do tournament. Wired me extra money every week, and sometimes said something beautiful to fire up my spirit to go thru life as it gets harder. Authorized a good loan for my bachelor's degree, stays cool every time I cross the line. What a dad u are, abah!
I may never say this in our conversation, but I do love u. And HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to my only abah!
Dearly by,
Dearly by,
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