My Dad,
I have a thousand words to describe him
an endless story to build
believe it, I don't get a long with my dad too once,
for being so arrogant, so angry, so bossy, so protective
and to be so much lecture me
so I have to listen to the same advise again and again
and believe it too, well that advises who making me now
but he is too so funny, innocent, and pure
sometimes making some jokes that I don't understand
but I do trying my best to catch up the story and laugh at it at the end
well, my dad
with his all wise words which sometimes feel so cliche to me
and lately I realize, those words planted in my brain,
naturally building my own perception
naturally I began to think like him
and my dad, the one who will always see me the same way
from the day that I was born
to him I'm still that fragile his little girl
my Dad, with all his worry bout me
which sometimes didn't seem so important to me
but it is really successfully protect me from harm
his pray, his hope, his rule, his advise
it's everything I need to keep my life in circle
to keep me think twice before I act
to keep me alert in any situation
but I never give enough time to thank to him
I just believe that he would understand
yap, and he is always understanding
I thank God I was raised in the arms of a man like him
a man who has a charming heart
a man who can lead the family
a man who know how to take the responsibillity
a man who will be the first who stand for me
a man who will take the very front line to protect me
a man who will take all the risks for his little grils
a man who I feel very thankful to be raised by
dad, I thankful I have you
and
dad,
thank you very much.
-Your little girl-
