daddy...

last nite, the 1st of ramadhan..
there alot thing happen for me that nite..
at 1st i wasnt realize i was choosed that nite to see
n felt everything i hide so tight..
it bout daddy i want to talk about..
yes..im not daddy lovely daughter
but that nite, my dad fetch me at 32km away from home
because lack of bus to get me to reach seremban...
i waited so long till my dad come
with his old, half-life jeep..(dad's pajero is breakdown)
i felt so sorry..
he was hungry n tired..
we dont have a close relationship as father daughter
i was black sheep in my family
that nite was so cold.
the highway covered by mist..
plus with litely rain..
i cried all along the way
i see my old face of my father..
i cant stand to think what terrible thing i've done
all away grow up..
the thing i put him through
when i decided to drop my degree half way to grade..
at this age, i want to give him more
as he should deserve before
i wanna give him the best of me
before the lite goes out..
i love him more n more
but i never confess it..
i pray for him healthier n more..
for him to get the best and what he
prayed for..