Wy Lyn mummy. Me. Edward daddy. Finally, daddy is back from Batu Gajah.
I know I'm not alone.
I have daddy and mummy.
Whether mummy realise it anot, I didn't talk much today.
I hardly even smile like I always do.
Mummy, I haven't have a chance to tell you about what had happened.
Anyway, I told daddy when he IM me during the afternoon.
My personal text says:
* [K] + ~/ i.taste.bitter / brokedown / couldntmoveon
I guess daddy saw that and he tried to cheer me up.
Daddy says:
If you taste bitter, I will be yr sweet
If you broke down, I will be yr uhu glue
If you couldn't move on, I can't carry you
Dad, you are so sweet for the first 2 sentences.
And the last sentence, I know it suppose to cracks me up.
Sorry it didn't.
I still can't force a smile.
Sorry dad.
I feel better after chatting with dad.
Thx daddy.
Love ya!
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