I miss being my parent's little girl. I miss the warmth of mak's embrace and the comfort of abah's wisdom. I miss running to daddy when something has gone wrong, and he'll make it all better again. I miss knowing that whenever i focked thing up, my parents will be able to correct them for me.
I miss it when my dad will buy me my fave drink - teh ais - everytime after he scolded me. I miss it when my mum will send medicines and broth to my room whenever I'm sick, and she never got tired of taking care of me. I miss being under their protective wings. I miss being their little barbie.
I've gone against their wills many many times. I've done things they disapproved of. I've chosen the wrong paths in life even though they warned me against them. But no matter what I did, I knew they'll always forgive me in the end. Because I'm their daughter, I know that whenever I'm in pain, they'll be in pain too. And I too know that no one can love us, like our parents do.
I wish I could run to daddy once again for his wise lectures. I wish I could run to mommy again for her beary hug. I wish I could turn back time and be a good daughter to them. I wish I could turn back time so I could follow their advices.
Jiwa kacau. Hati tak tenteram. I seriously need a hug now.