It Was Over A Year

It was over a year that Dad had not penned down in my blog. I keep on waiting for Dad to narrate my story and progress. I asked Mom why my blog stagnant for sometimes with no updates. Mom told me that Dad was terribly busy with his job. I try to comprehend the way Dad handled his life but I was wondering why Dad keep on updating his own blog? Hhhmmmm...... I didn't blame Dad for that but I wish Dad will make his best endeavor to make my journey very meaningful.
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Every time when Dad phoned Mom, Dad will ask Mom to put the hand phone to my ear. I can hear what Dad said but I just could not reply. Now, I started to learn few words from my sisters and brothers. Mom said that my vocabulary is improving even the syllables are not perfect. This is the way we learn things when we grow up, said Mom. I tend to appreciate my life more now since I have learned many things as I progress.

I Miss You So Much

One day, I was asking mom where is Dad. Mom replied that Dad was away from home. Dad got to work and finish his job. I cannot fathom what is meant by 'work and job'. Why need to go far away for a job or to work. I feel perplexed for quite sometimes trying to understand the explanation from Mom. Mom told me that I could never understand what does that mean because I was too young to deal with adult's activities. Mom continued that, job or work is the activity that when people did it, they will get paid with money. With that money Mom will by me new clothes. With that money Mom will get me a ride on Panda. I try to comprehend every description but it was hard.... Mom reminded me that when I am big enough, I would also go to work.
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Everyday, I will play with sister Adah. She will case me first and I will run down stairs and jump into a sofa. Then I will case her in retaliation and will cry if I could not catch her. Mom will scold Adah if I started to cry. Sometimes I were left alone if everybody went to school. I was hoping that Dad will be around so that I could play hide and seek with him. I miss Dad so much. I seldom see him. When Dad arrived home abruptly, I was so shy to introduce myself. I used to hide behind Mom. One thing I know for sure was, Dad will grasp and hold me tightly and lifted me from the floor and kiss me roughly. I can feel Dad's beard pocking to my cheek and I despise it.