I'm coming home

Since dad passed away, I abandoned my house in Ang Mo Kio.
I only return to take things from my house and bring it back to my mom's. Yes, I have moved back in here and will be here for quite a while I think.
A year maybe.
Till the family expands and we feel that we need the physical space.

I don't know....

The journey home is always emotional for me.
I will be fondly reminded of dad. How we argued that I should make this house purchase. How he helped me deposit the 5% cash before HDB deducted that same amount from our CPF.

I would not have had this house if not because of him. I would not be able to enjoy the 26th floor and a good location without him.

He was always very proud of me and I laughed it off because I was never able to do it on my own. He said it is berkat cos I did things right. Still, I insisted it is luck.

As I journeyed home today to pick up some more things, I did a prayer for him and I cried. I cried so hard because I miss dad. It happens everytime I'm there.
This was his best gift to me.

I have a home because of him.

I remember the day I moved out. He spent some time with me, talking before he left for KL. I knew he would miss having his daughter back home. I moved out with a heavy heart that day.
I gave him a tight hug before he left for KL and told him to pray for me.

"Amin, Insya Allah,"he would always reply.

I am not whiny but I am the whiniest to him.
Despite being married, I can still tell my husband,"I tell Daddy."

And dad would say,"Tell what?"

That was how pampered by him I was.