I remember when I was a young girl, I used to be the apple of Papa’s eyes. But as I grew older, the conversations between me and Papa getting less.. I can’t feel Papa’s love anymore.. I avoided Papa when I see him at home.. I felt I wasn’t the apple of Papa’s eyes anymore. I dislike when he mentioned work to me at home. I dislike when I need to work on Saturdays. I dislike.. I dislike.. I dislike.. and the list goes on. That wasn’t me.. That was the Devil in me T_T
Loving someone doesn’t mean that someone must say it out loud to their loved ones that he/she loves. But if one doesn’t say it out, how would their loved ones know. Sigh. Why simple love can be so complicated?
To feel Papa’s love, I actually develope love to work on Saturdays. Yes. You hear it right. I don’t mind working full day on Saturdays ♥ That way can actually save me from spending money while the rest are happily shopping in town. Ha.ha.
Knowing that Papa won’t say I Love You.. and I don’t say it to him too.. but there are ways we love each other.. One of the many things that Papa did when he first took me and Mama to Singapore last November.
I was so touched when Papa insists to carry my heavy luggage on his shoulders T_T
Why my Papa so sweet one? ^.^