so there is an area in my house, storing all my family albums.
in the past 2 years, i never have this courage to open the little small cupboard.
and today, i really thought i could actually handle this.
i was sitting on the floor, taking out all the albums, slowly viewing it page to page.
it brought out so much of memories, so much of my past.
from me being a kid untill when i'm a grown up.
you came to my room to put on my blanket.
you always scolded brother for bully me because i was still a kid.
you always thought i am still a kid even when i was already studying in secondary school.
maybe i am the youngest in the family so you forever treat me like a 4 years old girl.
and yes, i'm tearing. so badly.
how good, if i can touch you just a second now?
to wish you a simple Happy Father's Day?
