Dada's little girl.

Dada.

It's not a mere word. It's an emotion. It's a feeling. It's the most soothing and loving word ever. Just like the person my Dada is.

I still find it hard to use past tense for you, because I know you're around. I feel you. I feel your presence. And I know you'll not let me do this all alone. 

Dada and I always shared a special bond. The most practical one in the family, Dada always put his family in front of him and his needs. A hardworker, so genuine and the most loving human being I've ever had in my life. 

You passing away, not only shook my entire universe, but it also changed my life forever. It will never be the same, ever again. 

I still cannot look at photos of you or talk about you without tears in my eyes and pain in my heart, and I know it's always going to be that way. That's how much you mean to me. 

I have been wanting to write about him or write to him for so long but wasn't sure if I'll be able to do it. But I've finally decided that I should. And so, through this series titled "Dada's Little Girl" I intend to write a compilation of letters, anecdotes and journals to and about my Dada.