Père

I still remember. I still remember when you surprised me with a barbie doll and a birthday cake on my 4th birthday. I remember the day you taught me how to ride a bicycle, from tricycle to the normal one. I remember you asking me whether I love you or not, almost everyday. Followed by a question on how much I love you. I remember how we talked a lot, how funny you were back then but I don't know what made you changed. I remember how close we were. I miss you combing my hair even though the way you comb my hair has always made me look like a geek. I miss how you always reminded me and the big sis to rinse our mouths before we go to sleep. I miss you taking us out for shopping. I miss you putting the wet towel on my forehead whenever I got sick but I am now having a fever and you don't even know. We are living under the same roof but we rarely meet each other. I know that your little girl has grown up but sometimes, she needs you to show her that you care. I can go shopping on my own but I want you to accompany me at times, just like the old time. It hurts me so bad knowing the reason why our bond is breaking up. Yes, I figured this shit out ever since I was 10 and I'm already 16 now but what can I do? I miss you, père.