Its father's day today. The gap between us is wider. Maybe I haven't really put in effort to pull our relationships closer. It just seems so hard for me to speak to you. Those cold reply, really pulls down my mood. Sis told me that you actually intended to go for steamboat. But I went out early in the morning for badminton. What was worse is, the secret I've been trying so hard to hide, is revealed. I didn't want you to know baby has got tattoo, I don't want you to know forever. Bro's tattoo has traumatised you badly, and now that your favorite daughter got herself a bf who's like his own brother. And what worse is you saw and you kept mum. You walked past me at the badminton court, pretending you don't know me. I wanted so badly to call you at that moment, but I was afraid you saw baby. I thought you didn't saw, but you did. I spent time thinking. You did alot for me as a dad. You showed me your utmost concern and love. Those night working till 3 in the morning, you never failed waiting downstairs for me so to make sure that I'm safe. You did alot for your children, but what we did was to keep hurting and neglecting you. I tried being back your filial and favorite daughter, but to no avail. Sometimes I don't even dare to talk to you. Even a small text, happy father's day, I lacked the courage to do so. I made you a card, don't know how in the earth I'm going to give it you. Sigh.