he’s my dad. he’s my dad i say. he is so calm and collected. but still he has that fiery fire within him. you cannot help but look at him with awe and fear all at the same time. this mixed up feeling, weird as it is, maybe is what they call respect.
he’s my dad. he’s my dad i say. the blood of his runs through my veins. the traits of him all passed down to me. but i don’t think i can match his poise and grace. he makes it look easy but at the same time he makes it so hard to achieve.
he’s my dad. he’s my dad i say. he is awesome, to me, his son. he is a class of his own. he does things in a way that i don’t think possible. he has a dream, too.a dream that someday, he could, build an institute, where the younger generation can learn the things he learned, learn the things beyond that, too.
he’s my dad. he’s my dad i say. he didn’t dream for an empire. sure, its all bussiness. but he stayed grounded. grounded to his family, being a father to his children, a husband to his wife, a brother to his siblings, son to his parents.
he’s close, but so far away.
he’s my dad. he’s my dad i say.
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hebat ayat2 ko.. macam baca novel ayt2 cinta.. haha..
but 4sure, dad is great!