Dear, Ayah.
It’s been 17 years without you, and still counting.
That’s my father, everyone. See, I got this pretty lips from him. Oh how I missed him so much. When I was 5 or 6 years old, we used to grab some ice cream together. I forgot the flavors but I remember it was raining outside. My mother hated ice cream but my father loves me so much, so.. yeah :)
