I am Always His Little Girl

           I used to be a little girl he carried on his arms. I remember how I first saw him, I was like 3 years old that time. I didn't even had him recognized as my father. I may talk to him at the phone, saw him at his pictures but that didn't change the fact that I never saw him personally for three years, and I am not in the right age to think that he is the one I always wished to see. But, I fainted knowing he wouldn't be staying for a long time. He has to leave, again. He will work. I can't remember if I cried or not, but with how I miss him now, I can conclude how tears traced my cheeks.
          This father's day all I want is to see him, hug him, and greet him personally. Unfortunately, I cannot because he can't go back here immediately just for that event. All this times, all I want is to celebrate every special occasion of my years with him, especially his days. I just wanna greet him and tell him how thankful I am to have him as my dad and how much I miss him. He may not know it but I care a lot for him. I don't make him hear it from me but I love him so much, even after the uncompleted days of mine for not having him.
            I always planned on giving him a gift which I never did. I am not the kind of person who is so fond of giving gifts. And if ever I would give one to him, I do not know what to give him. He isn't an expressive person, and I don't know what he likes.
              Time will pass, and years will come, but it'll never change the fact of me following him and him guiding me. I was once his little girl, and I will always be.