Some times I wonder
if it's just in my head
him having his voice lower
a sign of being so upset
every time I skip a prayer
or having my tears shed
for things that shouldn't matter
as I bury myself on bed
he'd stand an inch closer
just enough to pat my head
"they're a bunch of losers
no better than your dad!"
To the man who can't be moved, happiest August 15th, Daddy! I hope I don't cause you any frown, despite how suck I have been these past couple of weeks. Love you heaps and miss you lots. Al Fatihah.
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