I have never been scared the hell out of my life, except one time when Ayah was awarded to the hospital for mild stroke. I stood there, crying in my heart thinking what will ever happen if Ayah really had a stroke. Will I be able to care for him? Will I be able to take care of the family?

Once again, here I am sitting in the clinic with Ayah. Waiting for his turn. He was restless and controlling the pain. I had to kept him busy by playing Tic Tac Toe. And with moments like this, he can still wins. I didn't do it on purpose, but he really gave me tips to nailing it. It was a father-daughter moment kinda thing which I appreciate dearly. People would often called me spoilt brat for having a father who sends to work or nearest MRT. I'm not a brat, in fact I am thankful I was brought up pleasantly. Alhamdullilah. These are the moments I cherished. I usually have a heart to heart talk with Ayah. Spend time while it last, I really appreciate it. I am loved. And I love my Ayah. And I know he is only a temporary gift that Allah blessed me with. Therefore, I cherish.

I am glad to sat beside him, while waiting for our turn. It's the least I could do as a daughter, after all for what he has done for our family. That moment, I choose to be better. Better than who I was before.