It's been 7 years....

My father called last week. He called my house phone. I was shocked to hear his voice in the phone. It's been 7 years since we last met or contacted. I don't know what's the feeling when I heard his voice. Do I miss him? Do I hate him? I don't know.

He told me, he will come to visit me once his job is done. I don't know what is his job. Oh... and, he is also converted to Islam. this news, I already heard of it since ages ago. We did exchanged hp numbers. As I saved his number in my phone, I typed 'Dad' instead of 'Daddy' as his name.

We sms, he asked me about hubby, the kids and all. He also asked about my mother. At least he still think of her. I guess~
mms him my kids picture, and he mms me the picture of my step brothers and sister. I have 3 step brothers and 1 step sister. I still keep their picture in my phone. Do you all wanna see? I would not upload it unless you all wanna see it. HAHA!

Well, kinda jealous when I was looking at the picture. They looked happy. Asking myself; why I don't born to have a perfect family? No dad..

He still called me the way he used to when I was a kid; "Gal...."

Anyhow, after all of what had happen before, he's still my dad.