18
September
2008
September
2008
18th of September
A day of mourning..
It still lingers on my memory the day I cried my heart out..
It was the day I realized he’s gone..
It was the day of the worst pain in my life..
It’s been 11 years when half of me died..
It’s been a while … when we hugged.. when he called me his daughter..
..when I kissed him goodbye.
It’s been those years I longed for his presence.
It was the day .. I tried .. I learned to be strong.
Despite the cries.. the sadness.. I will always be your daughter
and you will always be my dad.
I will always be proud of you as what you are to me..
I love you pa.
and that will always be forever.
I miss you.
