Things turn the other way around..

When you grow up anyway. When I was little I always expected Dad's arrival and when he's not here felt lonely and sad but my Mum always looked grim whenever I go "Mummy Mummy!! Dad is coming this Saturday again!". I as an observant child always wondered why?

As I grow I realized my Dad was such a workaholic where even when I was still a baby and mum was dead sick. He would be so busy or too tired from work to help. Was what my Mum told me. At first I didn't believe it but that does not mean I'm not willing to consider it. I observed and tested towards him. He turn from that Dad who I miss so much to the Dad I want to protest against almost as much as I wanted when I feel like angry towards Mum. Who really means well. He does love me but the way he does it doesn't show that sometimes. They are times when I wanted to screamed at him. Sometimes I think they will be a day where he will slap me on the face for something that I would decide.

He doesn't treat me like a girl. He does gives me responsibilities to do. I will do it but the way he says it make me feel like not doing it. Ever heard the word politeness?? I pissed him off too but I guess it partly my fault as well. So I'm gonna do as he says for now but if he still acts a hypocrite, a monster to me in my life, I will not leave things as it is. I will protest!