I’m kind of that girl, who has her father as her no.1 man on this planet. Eventho we rarely talking, because we’r also not that so expressive to state our feelings. He often keeps silent, yet I know he’s always watching me. Never force something, coz he knows that I’ll always have my own expectation. Mother phoned me, but I know it was my father who really wanna do it and asked her to do so. He’s the one who would be happier when I’m happy, and feel broken when I’m sad.

This Ramadhan brings those memories.. when he carried me on his back while going home from the mosque after i’tikaf. What old times.

Nothing as big as my love for you, dad. All I wanna do is to make you feel proud of me. 💞❤️💖 #FeelingEmosyenel

Update:

I can’t stop telling people that I love my dad so much. But weirdo, I can’t tell him directly so often instead. Maybe you’re also aware when you see my this blog’s title: Daddy’s Little Warrior. I dedicated to him. Well.. since I was a kid I realize that I wasn’t born a princess, and my parents never raised me to be one. Instead, they raised me to be “a warrior”, a person who can survive in any condition of life, and I’m thankful for that.

If only you know my father very well, we are so much alike, maybe not apparent physically, but in basic character and attitudes (unfortunately including all the bad habits). I always see him as a mirror, I see myself in him, and he’s in me, even for little things. When I am confused analyzing myself, I usually end up finding the answer in him, I almost always act, react, and think exactly like him. I’m just his other version. I know how he works so hard for his family and never complains to surrender his life to his loved ones. So this time, all I can say is.. “so will I, dad”. I’ll be ashamed if I give up on life just by remember you. Even when everything seems bleeding and depressing. I promise that I will always be.. your little warrior. *cross finger* #KeepSurvivingForDad #ThugLife