A letter to Dad at Father's Day. So Iconic.
So today is a father's day. I think it's a quarter hour left to write any dramatic piece about memories and any sadness left (like I used to do at times like these)(and Plath's Bell of Jar was my favorite) But I didn't caught in any downroad spiral anymore, so I wanted to write an easy letter for him tonight. A conversation any daughter and father could have between afternoon coffees or morning newspapers. * To my dear dear Father who greatly greatly miss , Dad, just today when I set up my 'nest' in grandma's room I drop my stuff a lot while trying to bring everything in my two hands, I remember you always remind me to bring things one by one. I just wash my hair too, it's already grow long now, like you'll always love. it's wet and I put a small towel behind, and also I remember you dryed my hair and put a towel behind so the water didn't soaked at the back of my cloth. This and that are little things I'm still doing upon every remembran...