"My Nasty Daughter", he said with a smile on his face.
he has always been impressed on how bad-ass of a person his daughter he had and how similar they both were.
they did not have the luxury of living under the same roof, the luxury of him cuddling her and being there for her if she ever wakes up from her nightmare and telling her it's all okay.
but they did manage to spend his last couple of years together,
In that short span,
he managed to get her hooked on tying knots and having fun with ropes just because he finds it fun and needed someone to like it as much as him,
he made sure she learned how to coach people to swim,
he made sure the mini-fridge of his is always stocked up with soy milk and her milo, because unlike him she does not like coffee,
he made sure he irritates her every single day, someday he shoots her from across the pool with toy guns, some days he just grabs her thighs super hard knowing she just did her legs-day in the gym,
he made sure he'd slide in some random life lessons hinting the daughter to change,
he made sure she knew that she was his life, even though he wasn't there for a big chunk of it,
he made sure people knew how beautiful his daughter is by printing out her pictures and pasting it in his pool counter so everybody can see how proud he was of his daughter,
he made sure his daughter will always have something to do in the pool by constantly messing up his tables and telling his daughter it's just 'organised mess',
he made sure that she knew that she was the most important thing to him in his whole life.
I have the weirdest yet coolest dad,
he was away from my life most of the time but yet he knows me the best,
he knew all my looks and what all of them meant,
he knew what I wanted in life and he never said no or discourage me no matter how absurd my dreams were,
he sure laughs at how pity my students are going to be when i told him I'm going to be a teacher,
he made sure he warns any guy that tries to hit on me,
he made sure he scares the shit out of any random guys who are interested with his baby girl,
he made sure people know if they hurt his daughter, they will have him to deal with,
he tells me random stories all the time, so random it would be how he decided to pour detergent powder in a public fountain and walked away just to cause chaos,
he loves his knives and his toy guns or shall i say he loves his toys because he would spend hours playing with them,
he is so random he likes to blast music right on my face just to give me a scare.
he made sure i go after what i want in life,
he made sure i wasn't too scared to live after knowing i was once involved in an abusive relationship,
he made sure i stepped up for myself,
he made sure i knew i was never the problem if i came out from relationships, he would simply say, nobody can handle my super intimidating daughter, i think Malaysians aren't up to your standards, expand your search, get a white boyfie !
he always giggles and calls me his nasty daughter and i call him satan for he is the main culprit for my nasty genes.
he always knew what to say to me even though i never mentioned my problems to him, he just knew.
I could not felt anymore broken when i was told he left me, he left the world.
knowing that nobody would ever know me as well as he would,
knowing that nobody would give up everything instantly for me as he would,
knowing that nobody would give up his life protecting me from ever getting hurt again.
I will always remember how happy you were walking around with that nonsense goggles i've gotten you and the high pitched scream when you got a skull-shaped wooden container.
i miss you papa.
i really do.
but i know you're here with me, protecting me whilst holding some big ass knife ;)
