i am already seventeen years old, today. and it seems to be five years since Abah left us.
how time flies.
okay, enough with all those melancholic posts since past four years. i am good, i am okay. thank you Ya Muhaimin, for still letting me breathe and see and talk and feel and touch and taste and walk and live a good (read: yeah, good) life.
the last five years, on the same date as today, my Dad passed away, leaving me helpless with the planned birthday celebration yang turned out to be another plan.
i love you daddy. i miss you.
how time flies.
okay, enough with all those melancholic posts since past four years. i am good, i am okay. thank you Ya Muhaimin, for still letting me breathe and see and talk and feel and touch and taste and walk and live a good (read: yeah, good) life.
the last five years, on the same date as today, my Dad passed away, leaving me helpless with the planned birthday celebration yang turned out to be another plan.
i love you daddy. i miss you.
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