Missing

I woke up missing him. It's a good feeling; the ability to miss someone. I'm strong now. I am independent, i solve my problem alone. But his voice always made my cry. I have the feeling that he knew exactly when to call me, when i most needed it and he knew exactly what to tell me. And yesterday, with tears in my eyes, i told him that i love him and that i am ok. And he told me i am still his little princess. Happy birthday, dad!



Besides my father, there is still one person that I miss. He deserves that. Uncontrollable laugh, stupid conversations, child's heart. When i read his letter I fly in those times. I take care of it like it's a big treasure. For me it is. Have a safe and nice weekend. Value and cherish the people around you.