hello johor -pt1

my dad left for johor yesterday. my sisters were really quiet after he left, which was almost weird because they were never as quiet as this.

i cried from evening until midnight. somehow i miss my ayah, even though he'll back this coming weekend, but deep inside, all of us know it wont be the same again. instead of having him around all the time, we only get to see him occasionally.

now whose going to sew my buttons if it fell off?whose going to buy the juiciest fruits and potong it for us? and whose going to nag me if i come back home late?

i am a daddy's little girl after all :')