The manly figure called 'Dad'

Everyone resorts to convenience and so do I.

All this while I was a mama's girl and then I got deprived of it. A sad girl was hovering in depression but today she saw some light.

Spending the day around her father and having unusually more spare time,her thoughts made so much sense and a call for appreciation.

So thankful for my dad. Though I've been blind all these years I'm glad my eyes are finally open.I might be rambling all the time but there's a portion of the heart for love of my father.

I realise he doesn't show and express it but there certainly is glittering love and I can see it.

Just small bits and pieces.but hey,it is for these small actions that a enormous picture is formed (:

From immediately looking for me when he returns after a tiring day at work to ensuring I've eaten my dinner and being overly protective that's how he portrays his love.

Being the youngest is awesome because you get all the extra love from everyone.they want to see the best in you,and fulfill all the dreams they couldn't.similarly,I think that's what my dad is doing.

It might be irritating to be constantly called out for,for no particular reason but then when the brain starts processing and rings a bell, a smile is guaranteed.

I can't explain what I'm feeling right now.the words that are coming out are not as intense as my feeling - a pleasure to have such a father and tduly thankful for his care.

Maybe I should get to reading and more essay writing before I lose the vibe.

<3