Hey, I am Sara

Assalamualaykum

I had wrote a simple story about how much a child had kept from her father.

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Hey, my name is Sara. I had just finished my high school.

You know, my friends used to say how cool their dad is.

But i barely know my dad. I mean, he is always busy with work. He will be gone in the day and he come back after we had dinner. I barely even see him.

Yeah i have sisters and brothers. We will get there about them soon.

My dad? well.... let us go down the road a little.

My dad sent me to Convert of Majesty for girls only. A BOARDING school. I was 13 by then. I had no friends for about 2 weeks but thank God, my roommates started to talk to me. They understand how timid i was.

They were very good friends because they gave positive influences to me. They encourage me to study and have good grades. Joined the co-curriculum activities. I was the school's long distance runner and a soccer player. The captain actually! Even my couch asked me if i wanted to train the junior team as i graduated while i was not in any university yet. Well, i am considering the offer.

I was in the student counselor.

The juniors respect me. Teachers know me. I am not the most popular girl but I am famous for what i had contributed for school.

I did came back for Summer or any long school vacation like christmas. My mum would be the one who would be as happy as lark to see me. She would cooked my favorite dishes and we would gossip.

Meanwhile, as usual, my dad was always not there.

If he saw me, he would say, "Go study!" or " Finish your homework".

Thats him.

He never fetched me but i understand the distance. But if my other siblings want to come back, he would take a day off and drive for about 4 to 5 hours. Their universities are so far!

My dad never know about how good i perform at school. Sometime i felt like my teachers were proud of me more than my dad. My dad even asked me to quit soccer! By that time we made it to nationals. He said it distract me from my studies.

When i came back, there was no celebration. We even ate dinner separately because he came back late. But it my other siblings were at home, he would came back early and we had dinner at fancy restaurant that they love!

I did not realize that until one day, i was at home and it was my birthday... We did not had any party because most of my friends live away and my neighbors had small kids which ......... you get me. I mean, it was my sweet 16! I didn't want to celebrate it with kids! My dad, did not came back early. I blew my candles with my mum and my granny. Nice..

I tried my best to be positive. Every time i'm mad with my dad, i would remember all the nice things he had done even it was not much. His smiles that i barely see. His silly jokes that were not funny but we laughed because it was not funny. He would visits me some weekends. He would gave me some extra pocket money because he never want me to starve. His motivations before all of my examinations.

He is a nice person. But I am just not his favorite....

I made myself a conclusion.

Maybe he was working late because he wanted to make sure he can afford to pay my fees. I had friends that transfer because her parents couldn't afford to support her fee anymore...

I believe he has his own reasons to treat me like this.

Because he is a nice guy.

It is breaking my heart to see my dad argue with my other siblings. They seem to ignore the love my dad is giving. You know, i always show how much i appreciate them. I told them i love them and i say thank you most of the time.

My dad being cold does not mean i have to act cold too.

Once my sister argue with my dad over a boy. It is worth it to break a person who raise you for a person whom you only know for about 2 to 3 years?

They were so blind. They never realize that i am making myself a fake story to consult myself. When you were given gold, you wanted diamonds. When you were given nothing, even the rocks can make you happy.

I know that sometime, my dad do look at me while i was not looking at him. He did smile looking at my grades even he never congratulate me.

i just know. I have to be positive.

I know its hard but its even harder for me...

If you out there, open your eyes and keep on loving your parents.

They are human like us. The are not perfect but their love is beyond our imagination.

There are some people who had lost their parents. Some don't even know them. So, appreciate them while you can. You just have to.

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Thats all for today. Thank you so so so so much for reading until the end. I hope you get my message. Again. Thank you for reading!