I remember, when I was a kid
There's a one night, I am crying
I am looking for my dad, he's on his work
My mom called him, I talked to him and I stopped crying when I heard his voice
What a Papa's girl right?
But now, I refused to talk to him.
What's wrong with me.
YOU ARE READING
The Memory Book
RandomI am writing all my childhood - up to now memories because I know I will going to forget them someday. In case I forgot them, I will opened this published book and read it daily. Welcome to my memory, also my trauma and rant dump book, feel free to...
