happy father's day..


i yearn for something reallly simple, but why does it seem so tough to get? really hate the way how it works. why do we have to split into two tables. is that a family gathering? i really envy life like yours. siblings to rant and talk your heart to, kids with innocent faces that smile when they see you, a husband so perfect thats always by your side. a closely-knitted bunch of people. why cant i be part of you guys? i wish i can always be a young girl, that never will grow up. at least i dont have to fake out how i feel. i want to talk to you all, like how any person would to their relative, where words like cousins/aunt/uncle are not just in name. the dinner ended, with me telling myself throughout: 不准哭...

happy father's day.