Dear blog,
Over the last five years you've been one of my best companions. Whether i'm in a cheerful mood or whether i'm emotional and depressed, you're always here to share my emotions when i feel the need to.
Today, i want to tell you something.


I hated my dad for over ten years, ever since i was able to think properly as a grown up i hated him, i hated him for the things he did to my mum, for the things he's been doing to the family. He knew that i hate him, but he covers that up in his mind, thinking that i have misjudged him along, but frankly that is only his own misjudgement.

For the past year, we haven't spoke a single word. Not a single hi, bye or not did we even look into each other's eyes. We were just like strangers, oblivious to each other's presence, and we got used to it.
Today, i have this odd feeling that everything's gonna change, in my hands.

Just now, i wanted to have a bath so i opened my wardrobe to get my clothes, and to my surprise , a plastic bag rested on top of my pile of clothes. Feeling curious, i locked my door and opened it up. Inside contained two shirts, a pair of boxers and a birthday card. The card wrote, "Dearest Arthur, Happy 20th birthday son. With love, from dad "
I felt tearful when i read those words. For the past 18 years of my life never have i remembered his birthday, although i don't quite regard him as a father now, but he still did remember mine...
Maybe he's forgotten that i'm 19 this year, not 20. but that does not matter.
The shirts are not branded and oversized, but that does not matter.
The box which contains the boxers was opened up before, but that does not matter.
This is the moment when i truly understand the gist of the phrase "it's the thought that counts" .

I hate to say this, but i am deeply touched. Perhaps it's time to unfold this prideful mask of mine. After whatever i've done to him physically and psychologically over the past two years he was still willing to relent?
Has he won me over?
I feel like texting him...