Say a little prayer

Mom was on phone with Wit and Win, my lovely brothers who are in Jakarta last night.

Win told mom that he sort of ransacked my dad's room (which used to be my room) and found a few interesting things.

My stuffs, my childhood toys, drawing books, books, dolls, blah blah were still everywhere.
He also has this little altar with all the prosperity God, Guan Gong (I think), money making God statuettes, joss sticks and candles.

I used to mock at him a lot, telling how all the prayings he does will NEVER do him any good if his conduct, behaviour and practices are totally not in concordance with the preachings. You can't seek for happiness and rewards through mere prayings. That's BS. It's the action that matters.

And yes, that was how he started loathing me I suppose, cause I always tried to be the wise little daughter, pointing out his band points. For a man with such status and such ego, he must have been insulted, provoked. Thus, our bad terms.

However, Win found that under öne of the statuettes, pressed underneath, was a photo of me.

Yes, a photo of me when I was in secondary school.


No other photoes, but a photo of me.

Only got my photo on his altar and no one else's!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*


This made me ponder.

My dad has been including me in his prayers, maybe it's his way to make up for all the wrongs, lost time or things he didn't get to do, or feelings and emotions he didn't get to express.
Maybe he still loves me. Heh. Maybe he's praying so that I will never forget him and will always love him.
Or, maybe he prays for my happiness too, like me to him.
Or maybe..


Okay, I am going to tear again.


Laterz peepz.