Daddy's Little Girl

On a moving bus, there was a little girl around 5 years old sitting on her father's lap happily. The bus was a bit crowded and the air conditioner felt hot. That little girl started to nag a lot to her father, "Dad, it's very hot here. My head hurts." Her father replied lovingly, "Be patient sweetheart, we will arrive soon." He then stood up on the bus, carried his daughter, asked her daughter to look at the window and enjoy the scenery outside which was not that interesting. But, I didn't know what magic the father had, he could soothe her daughter with his words while caressing her back. He started to hum his daughter some songs and they sang together. His voice was so tender while his daughter's voice is a bit noisy. I guessed some passengers got annoyed since some of them were sleeping. I usually got annoyed too when there was a noisy-whiny child in a public transportation. Like, "Oh dear sweet little child, can't you stay calm or go sleep instead?" LOL. But, at that time I didn't know I really enjoyed the father-and-daughter scene. It was so sweet and cute, indeed.

After singing some songs, his daughter got bored. He stroked her hair and began a new method, he taught her daughter letters and numbers. They counted the numbers and spelled the letters together. When the daughter made a mistake, the father immediately told her and corrected the mistake so the daughter wouldn't repeat her mistake. I couldn't help but smiling after hearing them. Since they sat across me, I had to turn my head to my left side to look at them. And snap, they caught me when I was looking at them admiringly. I immediately wanted to turn my head back and pretended that I looked at them accidentally. But, the father asked her daughter to wave her little hand and say hi to me. God, what could be cuter? I replied them with a slight smile. I closed my eyes after that and acted like I wanted to go sleep. I closed my eyes and still hearing them. I closed my eyes and still smiling hearing their words while imagining the actions they did. I closed my eyes while reminiscing my past, trying to remember my childhood memories. Did my father treat me like this too when I was a child? I didn't know, I couldn't really recall my past. The only thing I could remember was he carried me around a lot when I was a baby till I was a 5-year-old girl. There are some photos as the proofs. He treated me so lovingly at that time. Yeah, I was totally a spoiled brat. I was my daddy's little girl.

As I grew older, I din't know why my relationship with my father got distant. I didn't know since when his image in my eyes and my heart has turned. He used to be my hero, my shield when my mother scolded me, my genie who always granted my wishes, he was my everything. But now, I always eschew his presence. My used-to-be-hero has turned into a villain. I don't like to see his face, I don't like meeting his image in front of my very eyes. I shook my head and asked my mind to be back to the father-and-daughter scene. I envied that girl. How lucky she is to have such a loving father. Yeah, I always get jealous witnessing a girl receives much love from her father. That girl who always gets spoiled, that girl who is always taken care of, that girl who always gets protected, that girl who always gets loved, by her father. I miss my father.

Father, if only I could turn the time back to when we used to be close, I would be so glad. I would ask you to read me stories before I went to bed. You would kiss my forehead, cover me with a blanket, and turn my room's lamp off before going to your own room and meet mother like a father-and-daughter scene I see in movies. There would be many times I sneaked a lot to your bedroom and slept between you and mother, and all you could do was sighing and hugging me. We would do a grocery shopping together and you would look after me a lot since you didn't want any slightest things harm me. We would walk together hand in hand and take a public transportation. You would take me to school, accompany me to study while teaching me a lot stuffs, play together with me, buy me some toys, and make an alliance against mother when she got mad at us. You would make me a glass of milk every night since you stirred the milk better than mother did. We would watch football matches together and though we didn't support the same team, we would watch those matches in bliss. As I grew older, you would be protective in a cute way. You would protect me from all them bad guys. You wouldn't wanna see me cry. None didn't have the right to make your precious daughter cry. When I started to have a boyfriend, you would be really strict in a sweet way. You would wait for me to go home after dating anxiously in front of our house while folding your hands and when we arrived you would scold my boyfriend in a funny way for kidnapping your daughter for too damn long. We would still do the grocery shopping together though people would look at us weirdly because we looked like a couple more than a father and daughter since you always looked young, my handsome father. You would be crying out loud on my wedding and be so hesitated to hand me to my husband. You would be the sweetest and cutest father ever.

I chuckled, that was all only my imaginations. I opened my eyes and saw the girl was already sleeping in her father's arms. The father hummed her songs again and fixed some strands of hair on his daughter's face. I secretly talked to the father using the voice of my heart. "Sir, please don't be changed. Keep treating her with your love until she grows up into a woman. Keep protecting her, keep spoiling her, keep loving her. Don't be changed at all. Don't ruin her dreams. Don't ruin your perfect image in both her eyes and heart. Be the greatest father you can be for her." I got off from the bus and images of them will always be my sweet treasures.



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