About Mr. Lim

Tonight was a long night for me and my daddy.

My car broke down in the middle of the traffic light around 11:30pm at KL. I was panic and the first person that came to my mind was my ex boyfriend. Then, I called my dad immediately.

I was helpless in the middle of the road. Don't know what can I do and I try my very best to hold my tears.

Then there were a few malay guy came and offered help to move my car to the side. I was scared but I chose to trust them (because they look kind).

I was very touched and happy that my daddy and sister were so kind that they came and rescue me. I thought they would ask me to settle myself there.
My sister came and pick me up because my dad rode a motorcycle here (I was wearing short skirt, that's why I cant go home with daddy).
I left my dad alone to wait for the tow car.

I'm feeling so guilty.

My dad is soon to be 60 years old. He has all white hairs on his head and most probably 1 or 3 strands of black hair left. He is still riding a motorcycle from Cheras to PJ for work on a daily basis.

So this post is dedicated to my dad Mr. Lim.

No my dad wasn't as loving as those you have seen in drama/movie.
He is a stingy person and doesn't really care about the family, unless some shits happened. He don't take us to family trip. He wasn't very well educated. He don't teach us about how to be a good person. He can't speak well because he is losing his teeth.

He isn't rich and smart about managing his money but he work hard for our living. He don't give us the best thing in life but he dont get the best thing for himself as well.

I wasn't complaining, not at all. I love him. I love my dad.

He might not fulfill a good father's list but to me he is a super hero. 

The whole family knows that I'm daddy's girl. I am so clingy to him since I was so young. We watch horror movie together, we ate ice -cream together and talk about my mom. 

I live in shophouse in Cheras. This area has a lot foreigners and it is not safe at all. My dad is always so worry about me because of my work I always came home very very late. Most of the time if he wasn't tired, he would actually came downstairs and wait for me. 

There are many times that I cried secretly when I saw him standing downstair just to wait for me. 

I am really glad to be your darling, daddy. 

You may not be a good father to mom and the world.

To me, you are more than what I could ask for. 

Thanks for being my dad. 

This is my dad, buying us ice-cream in sekinchan.

Cheers people.
Daddy deserve a hug.