i can't stop thinking of how my dad died. his expression. his body color. the way he's lying down. how stiff he feels. then the pain hits. i then know that he'll never come back. i'll never get to see his smile again. his funny faces. i'll never get to hear him making up silly songs about me walking into the gate or hear his laughter. i'll never be able to have one of those father-daughter moments anymore. i'll not be able to buy or make him stuffs. never be able to go to his place during the weekends and laugh about people on shows. never be able to watch movies with him, sing with him in the car. never be able to learn the guitar cos he's not here to teach me. he's not here to teach me stuffs anymore. i'm on my own. he's not here for me anymore. at the end of the day, i just feel more vulnerable and hopeless. i just want my daddy back.