My sister and I grew up in a very close family bonding with my parents, although we are a bit afraid of our dad since he is more of like the disciplinarian type. 
But the closeness that we have is something that I will treasure for the rest of my life.
During our 18th birthday, my dad cried. That time i really don't mind that much since it's more of like a father-daughter dance welcoming me to the adulthood. My dad's tears was pure. A father's love that always makes me feel secure and loved..
Our wedding day has a big impact on me.. At first, i am smiling during our dance.. but when i hugged him and he started to cry.. the feeling is different, it feels like he don't want to let go.. That very moment i know that i still have my knight in shining armor.. my mentor.. my first love..
I am just so happy that i have a father like him.
Things can never be perfect.
Our first love
Thursday, February 9, 20127:31 PM