Due 2 some circumstance,
(As u can see, My stupid "Dear" paid some1's bills instead of ours!!)
Soo...I had my telephone n net line terminated this week.
Ironically i loved it..
u KNOW WHAT?
I spend that time playing volleyball n making new friends..
That proves how much time we loose out in other aspect of our lives,
really beats hanging ard online n making some "cyber friends".
Thus today in my post i would like 2 writ abt my Dad..
Part of Me, Part of my Life..
I am typing this entry from my diary.
Me n my little sis call him "baba"
whereas my 2 little bro call him dad.
Have I mentioned that my father rocks?
I don't just say that because I can talk 2 him about anything
or because he can sit n have an intellectual conversation with me.
He listens 2 things no daddy wants 2 hear about
n from his daughters,
n then doles out sympathy and/or advice as needed.
He cheers 4 us when we do well
n is our biggest "cheerer-upper" when we're struggling.
He's a great dad, but that's not why he rocks.
His awesomeness made me feel honored 2 get up
at 5:30 this morning just so I could say Happy Father's Day
There was sth in his voice which indirectly told me that
he loves me 2.
We talked abt our family, n etc..
Even when I'm wandering the halls alone,
I can feel the love.
Folks I'm sure I've never met before call me by name
or ask if I'm Keshar's daughter.
They congratulate me on my successes n
tell me how lucky I am 2 have a father like mine.
They confide their love 4 my dad...