My handsome rebellious dad would have been 77 today.
I’m ashamed to tell you that I’m a complete failure now, Baba. I’m sorry.
I know if you’re still around we would have gone for a long drive, you would have talked some sense into me and force me to think things through. Or maybe we’ll just sit in silence at PCB beach to catch the sunset or people watch at Dataran Merdeka because you’re always curious to know if other people are happier than us.
By the way, Imaan Ems inherited your Kelantanese temper and Idris is like us, forever lost in our thoughts. Either way, they are growing up well. Well enough I guess idk.
Miss you, miss you the most, Baba.
Al-Fatihah.
Yours, eternally.
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