I got a lot of things to say to him, like when we bought Mom a new stove for Christmas and I wish that he's still here to see how happy it made her. Like when we celebrated Dikong's birthday last Sunday. I know, what's the point in wishing for someone who's not coming back right? But I can't help it. Probably because I just miss him so much. I love you, Dad. We love you and we miss you. I hope I was a good daughter to you. Gonna visit you in Heaven, I promise.