Dad you taught me lots of things and i always show you in the other way, you teach me to be good i always be bad hahas. You will get angry but you always forget it by end of the day.
Sometime, i might think that I'm always right in doing things without listening to you, but i always know that you telling me this and that because you want me to learn but i will make mistake and you will just let me learn from mistake..
I really going to forget how you look, your voice and everything you done for me. I just want to remember it like so hard, I want you to enter to my dream more hard! Why? I almost forget how you look like i will think of how you look like but the memory of you is getting blur is like i might forget everything, the person i had seen for 15 years the image in getting blur. The voice of you that always asked me to wake up to help you do thing the way you tell me jokes,scold me and the voice you teach me magic trick is getting blur also..
I really scare i might forget how you look like and how your voice is like, i know its been two years i might forget but its scary as i forget it so fast..
Every time i go out i saw people wear the shirt which is similar to you i will keep looking at it, i remember that two years ago you pass away during my march school holiday when i go back to school after that holiday i saw a uncle wear a similar as you and he is taking the umbrella which is similar to the want we had walking up to the stairs that we use to walk home before.. His background was like you i almost call him dad but i know its not you, i went to school and never say a single words when my friend ask me what happen.
What you trying to tell me? Sometime i will see people who look similar as you, are yoy trying to tell you that you are in heaven looking after at me all time asking me not to worry about you as you are super find now? If that is then why not you tell me in my dream i just want to talk to you and heard from you that you are find thats all..
Dad remember this we miss you!
Love Nana
xoxoxo
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