Why i love him.

Because he waits for me everyday.

Because he pays for my breakfast every morning.

Because he got me a touch and go card just to ride the lrt from klcc to stupid sentral.

Because he told me to eat all the fish and don't worry about him.

Because he offered to pay for my shopping after work the other day @ klcc (get all you want but hurry up!) - in return i accompanied him to do his shopping at marks and spencers for his winter clothes.

Because he saves me from my state of despair in melb a.k.a when i survive on instant noodles - metaphorically speaking.

Because he keeps the wallpaper i created using paint in his office's desktop.

Because he is open minded.

Because he is supportive.

Because he understands me.

Because he talk.

I'm glad that as we age, we are getting closer. I no longer feel like rebelling against him - like how i used to do when i was 14. There are times i only see him for an hour a week, and back then, i used to not care. Right now, every moment counts.

When i think back on everything he has done, i'm ever thankful i have him. Call me a spoilt brat, but you will never know how it feels unless you are me.