Dear daddy, How are you? I miss you so much I didn't know how to tell you. Do you read blogs? I don't even remember you knowing how to use the computer. Why did we never talk more before? You've never told me how was it like for you to be a tall kid at school too. Were you popular at school? Or are you a goody-good two shoes? Or are you by any chance a misfit weirdo like me? Do you like any other girls before mum? Duh, confirm you did. Any of them confessed to you? How did you reject them? Or did you went out with them? Would you break the legs of the guy who broke your precious daughter's heart? Am I even ever your precious daughter? Have you ever thought what would your children be when they grow up? I'm a civil servant aka urban planner aka lousy email-sender now. Would you be proud of me? Oh dad, you have no idea how much I wanted to talk to you now. I'm sorry I've never spend time sitting down properly and talk to you because I wanted to. God knows how sorry I am now. You're the best dad that you could ever be. But I didn't see that until it was too late. Dad, I'm sorry I've never told you I'm proud of you and how much I love you. I didn't know back then as I was too young to understand.Too young to be grateful. Too young to be blessed with your kindness. Wherever you are, Dad. I believe this will reach you somehow as long as I believe. Truth is what you believe isn't it? I love you, daddy.