I miss my father.

Normally people would write about their mother because mother obviously is much much special than the father. But I'm  here to write about how much I miss my dad. Its not that I don't miss my mom. I do. Its just that.. I talk to her so often that I neglected the existence of my father.

My parents are not living under the same roof. Unlike you people. Lucky you. :) So I don't get to say to my mom "nak cakap dgn abah kejap.." then she passes the phone to my dad n such. I don't get to do that anymore. You might say.. "go and call your dad then.." well the thing is.. I don't know what to talk about. We're not that close. I'm not my daddy's little girl. Although I am his only daughter. But we're not as close as people would expect us to be. You know when people say the boys will always stick to their mother and the girls would be with the father. In my case, us three siblings stick to our mom. It is sad. yea but.. My father is a busy man. I remembered back when I was a kid. I never get the chance to talk to my dad. We only meet on weekends. It has been a routine for a family to go out and spend some time together in other words breakfast, shopping, go to the cinema and such. That's all really. I used to be so scared of my dad bcs he always scold my brother. When he's like really really mad. He'll throw things around. That would be the scariest thing. As he gets mad, as for me, I'll be hiding in my room. Oh damn. #crying *eh aku penat la nk skipping2 ni.* I'm in my room typing this post and I can still actually hear his voice so loud as if he's just outside the door. But as I grew older, I'm attending high school. I was in form 5 when we move to our new home. That is the start to a new life where I get to see my father having breakfast in the morning. Otherwise, he'd be gone before I had my breakfast. Our old home was quite near to the school so it didn't bother me much to go to school early because my neighbor was my history teacher. I sometimes go to school with her. heee.. :D but after we moved to "Jln Kristal", the house is like few minutes from my school. I could just walk to school but my father insist to send me to school so I said. yea okay lets go. So since then. I had breakfast with him. Leave the house together but unfortunately we don't come home at the same time. well of course! I don't go to school for like 8 freaking hours. yea.. but then.. Abah didn't actually came home straight after work. He worked till late. So its not like always we'd have dinner with him as family. Like I said. We only get to spend time with him during weekends. ONLY. I know I know. He's working his ass off to buy us some lovely meals and such. I get it. I whined too much didn't I?

Hmm.. Come to think of it, I should appreciate the time when I was with him. Bcs I don't get to see him much lately. He gets to see my brothers like once a week. I talk to him once a week. Itu pun sbb minta duit. Pfft! =.= Even if I'm at home, I don't get to see him much. He's busy with his work. Travelling here and there.

*Sigh* I miss you abah. :'(