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i'm sorry daddy



for banging the door roughly whenever i was in deep anger and upset
for broken the mirror in my closet simply because i'm too clumsy
for things that i and my dogs done that broken things in your house
cos i was too lazy to cleaned up the mess that i and my sister did
cos i didn't pay too much attention to our garden. i never did actually
 .....
oh how i can go on and on till Thursday.
Oh how i've made too many mistakes.

i'm so sorry... I feel mad guilty
cos now i know how hard you work for your house, that later we called ours.
how every drop of sweat and blood makes our house
how hard you earned the money to build our shelter.


the clock is ticking, Dad.
i square off to hailed my future that has been laid in front of me..
your daughter is currently struggling to build the house of her dream, along with her man who will later replace your role to take care and protect her.
we're working our ass off and putting a lot of love into it, and i know you were too. and we're not even in the same level as you were.
now i fully understand the meaning of quote, "you'll never know how it feels until you throw yourself into it" 


my daddy and i.

i just wanna say, sorry...
you will walk me down the aisle in matter of months, but please please keep in mind that i will forever be Daddy's little girl.


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