Yesterday was my dad's 58th birthday.
We went to his house, watched movie, ate lunch+dinner, he cooked for us this amazing nasi minyak special and oven-baked chicken. He also made this delicious red velvet cake with cream cheese as perfect as it is possible. He gave each of us - girls a present, black pearl bracelet.
He took a lot of pictures, he recorded us all. He missed us, and it's killing me.
Can I not talk about my parents without holding up my tears? Hardly. I love them to bits, they made me human, I learned about life from both of them in hard and indirect ways. I keep on digging for lessons in every encounter. We had a hard time growing up, but it's a never-ending process - no one said it was going to be easy. Without them both, I would never be here typing this down.
Seeing them growing older is tough for me. I wish I have more time, I wish I have more to offer, I wish I could give both of you the world.
And to tell I love you.
Every day, every night.
So that you will always remember that you have me.
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I wish it is easy, to love someone so relentlessly.
I wish it is easy, to look in someone's eyes and say that you love them.
I wish it is easy, to let them hold your heart in their hand.
I wish these are all easy.
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And to you,
Happy Birthday too.
