Last Friday, I was woke up by the sound of opening & closing of door. Someone came into my room (but I only manage to see a blur image closing the door). Relax, it is not something horrifying.
It was around 4.45 in the morning, I was 100% sleeping like a pig. But I felt something was placed in front of me & there I saw a vague image closing the door of my room. When I opened my eyes, I saw a cute little toy doggy facing me.
The first thing I did in the morning was to find out who gave me this little toy. I was wondering hard, but deep down inside me I felt that the person who gave me this toy was my dad. But just to confirm, I asked my mum, 40 & XX. They are not the one. My feeling was right, it was my dad.
The moment he woke up, he asked me “how’s the dog?“. I was so touched when he asked this question.
My dad used to go arcade to play a game that can win soft toy & sweets (not those with “hand” to catch type). He always win “Winnie the pooh” or “Lilo & stitch” back. So I requested for a Snoopy, but there isn’t any. So there is always nothing for me. Finally it’s my turn. My dad remembered that I wanted a toy dog.
I was like back to a 3 years old little girl, easily satisfied by a toy.
Looking at my dad, suddenly I feel that he aged a lot a lot. When everyone grew up, they are always busy with their own stuff. So am I. I think it is time for me to really delicate some time for my dear daddy & mummy. I want to treat them well before they leave me & to leave no chance for me to regret for not spending time with them.
I love my dad. & I know he love us. Although he does not say it at all, but I always feel it.
I also love you mummy.
My cutie doggy
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