Sunday, April 30, 2006 | My father asked me

i was around 9 or 10 then, why i kept avoiding him. there's one time i ran away from him in such a rush that tripped myself and fell down right in front of him. i knew i'd hurt myself and hurt him. he once said he loved me most among the four of us. but i didn't say anything. i didn't say it's because his breath always reeked of stale cigarettes. i didn't say it's because i didn't trust him as i knew he took sick leaves just to go out to play mahjong. i didn't say it's because he beat me so badly that time that i still hadn't forgiven him. i didn't say it's because he'd been absent for long that i had already grown used to it, and now his presense made me feel uneasy. i didn't say it's because i feared him. i was such a timid little child. i just gave him a silly, empty smile.

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