It is near to the end of Christmas eve. 2 hours to go, my anticipated luvly christmas.
PEOPLE and THINGS just keep flashing across my mind. Probably is the festive effect which stimulates my memories that have been buried deep down in order to keep life moving. Being child to my luvly father, i learnt the deeper meaning of love, endurance and support, for him who suffer in illness. A warm hug meant a lot to me, as that's the only way I can express my love to you, dad. I dare not utterly express my feelings in front of you because you have been so tough to face all this problems, and breaking down wouldn't mean I care, and that will only add burden to you.
No worries dad, your girl is tough as well. If you saw me crying, that will be the tears of learning in hardship full with your love, and I'll never be easily bet down. You can count on me. Together, aza aza fighting!!!!
