Informal Theme #2 : The Kind of Father I have

       I may not be the perfect daughter, but he love me. Thirteen years and I am thankful for he supported me until now. My father, most of the time, my best friend some of the time, my worst enemy. He worked hard just to give me the things I want. Though I am not like the others who doesn't have any problems showing their affections to their parents. I am not sweet. They know and still they forgive me and accepted me as I am. I grew up closer to my mother than to him, but I am not cold. He was my protector from my mother. He would randomly troll around which is kind of funny.
   
      Fathers day, a day that I always blinked away, live like it did not happened. But I always greet him sometimes, If I have some courage, I would give him gifts that I can afford. I used to be a sweet, innocent little child, who runs around the house every fathers day, giving him a baby bear hug, a kiss on a cheek and a typical fathers day card. I can do it, again. This time, I would go to the mall with him, have a little chat and know him more. I hope we can go back to the times where we would sing Total Eclipse of the Heart, together with my stepsister and my mother . He knows that like some teenagers, I sometimes prefer my friends over family. But It's not like that at all. I don't want him to think of me as an unloving daughter, so I really tried my hardest.
 
     Time flies, problems appears, people changes. I am one of those people who changed. Yes, I love him but not that much like it used to before. Let's say I love him 100% before, but it went down as far as 50%. Please don't blame me. We have our own problems. I cannot type around this blog lying to everyone saying
'Hey guys, I super duper love my dad' . Okay that was mean. But If he ever lose his way and found this blog, I wan't him to know that I love him and I am kind of embarrassed to say that I am proud of him.

     Hi, Mr. Ramil A. Nacar! I know I am really mean about what I'm saying in this blog, but please understand. When I say I love you, even though it was reduced to half, I really do. I don't much picture of us. It was deleted when I reformatted the laptop accidentally and I don't know what happened to the previous computer. I cannot find the albums too. This picture, I found it in the picture frame. Sorry, for the things I have done until now. I know I am really selfish. Sorry. I love you :)

Me and Papa XDDDD