Missing Daddy

I miss my Dad. Last night, I messaged him asking him how he's doing. I told him about my first day back at Uni and how I started working again.

It's good that you keep yourself preoccupied. Study well and be good at work. I'm doing fine, I'm missing playing bingo with Mommy using my daughter's barya.

It's hard to be away from people you love. Really hard. But will it make me a horrible person to say that it's empowering as well to be here by myself? Well, there's mum but she pretty much leaves me alone and lets me do my thing.

Just concentrate on your studies this semester, baby girl. No thinking about boys and if you're going on a date, at least tell me.

Right, as if I'm in the mood to date.

Speaking of which, I saw Mark yesterday. He looked different. Longer hair and more tanned than the last time. Apparently, he was happy to see me. I just smiled and told him it was good bumping into him. No point in getting in contact with him since we basically became strangers with each other for three months.

I'm over it. Was happy to see that he survived the tsunami. I wish him well in his studies.

I'm moving forward.

I'm starting on a clean slate.