there's no exact words to express what i'm currently feeling right now as everything happened too fast.
there i was, enjoying my night having dinner with my work mates when i received a text from the brother saying dad was having difficulty waking up. unknowingly, we made our way to visit him but when the uncle called us to inform us the news, we're a little too late.
at that point of time while the brothers are crying their hearts out, i stood there in the car, like a lost girl figuring out how i should react to the news.
"should i cry? are they lying to me? it can't be true, it's too sudden, i must be dreaming right?" those were the exact thoughts of mine.
the very next day, only when i saw him being carried into the house, i cried profusely. it wasn't a dream, it's real. never in my life have i expected myself to be in this situation at this age. there's just so much to do and say to him. but i guess, there's no point being regretful as it's part and parcel of life.

dear baba,
thank you for all the sacrifices you've made for me and also the family.
i may not show you how much i appreciate all those sacrifices you made and i may not portray to be the daughter you've always wanted but i hope you know deep down, i've always loved you no matter what.
ever since i was young, you've always been the one taking care of me. you sent me to school, you fetched me from school, you taught me how to be independent, you taught me my school stuffs, you buy me all the latest stuffs that i want, you enjoy listening to me whenever i read to you/play you the keyboard and horn, you search for me when i lost my way and of course, many more.
i promise, i'll succeed in the things you've always wanted me to and make you proud.
may Allah place you among the people he loved. Amin.
