Sometimes, i wonder what it felt like to be hugged by a father. The so called word ‘a father’s hug’ ahhhh most of the times. The way I never felt that might be the reason why I always understand or maybe try to still find the good side of a father who’s child complains about him whenever i’m hearing from a story of it. Those kinds of story where it’s simply about ‘a daughter and her father’ it’s nice. to have a physical dad. For me, i think they are all blessed to have a dad who they can hug or maybe, just maybe, who they can get angry to, when their dads annoys them. :) now that im sharing more words now than before, it felt like when the topic is about DAD i have so much words & so comfortable to talk about it. The thing is, even though i am feeling like that? I also have a dad who im calling “DAD” too. The father of Jesus Christ, God. hehe :”) and as a daughter, i’m not perfect. I think i’m not that kid who God will be proud or be really proud though. However, i hope im the kid who He somehow felt that I am grateful to have Him in my life & that i really love Him.
