Daddy and I, we're tight. As a matter of fact, if I had a dick, I would've been the son my dad would be proud of. We share a lot of interests: 4WDs, tennis, F1, music, food, sense of adventure, gang up on mom, etc (note: we, however, do NOT share the same views on golf. I just don't get it.) The standards that I live by are his standards. I'm not complaining about it. It's because of him, I value integrity, honesty, respect and yes, the sarcasm's from him, too. I want to be like Daddy - successful, great marriage (minus the disfunctional offspring), looked up to and respected by the community. So much so that I wanted to be a doctor, just like he wanted me to (but we all know how that dream ended).

Daddy and I are separated by geography and my independence to work in the big city. But once in a while, dad would pop up for business trips/golf tournaments/just-too-bored-at-home. So time together is very valuable. I remember this one time he was in town. He only had an hour to spare. I cried after he left because it just felt weird... the trying-to-talk-about-everything-in-the-space-of-an-hour just shocked me.

He was in town recently. This time he had a few hours to spare with my sis and I. So I called up my cousin (also my dad's goddaughter) and her husband to join us. I love Enang and Rus dearly. It would've been great if she was my real sis. But then again, that would really suck for me coz everyone would pay attention to my very chick older sister. Can't let that happen, now can we? The world revolves around ME, damn it! *evil laughter*

I wanted to talk about everything with my Dad. But halfway through dinner, I got distracted (do I need to explain how distracting a hot guy can be? DO I?). Earth calling Lydd... (how lame is it to use the "Earth calling xxx" phrase? Haha!) When I finally got my attention back to dinner, I find my dad talking to Enang in our native tongue (the Bisaya language is one language I can't understand. I get the Ibans, the Hokkiens, the Chinese... but my own tongue?? But I must stress that Daddy never speaks to us using Bisaya. So this is NOT my fault!)

I gotta admit that I felt jealous and unhappy with my cousin. She was hogging my dad. "What are you guys talking about?", I thought to myself. Daddy's only here for a couple of hours. Why are you stealing my precious time with Daddy?

I looked over at Jules, trying to give her the eye "Do you see what she's doing" signal. What is this evil grip over me? Jules didn't get the eye signal. Of course she wouldn't. Her mind's too primitive for something like this. Instead she tells me she's freezing her ass off in the restaurant. Her innocent expression makes me feel ashamed of myself. I shouldn't be thinking such thoughts. Enang IS family. Daddy loves her too. Whatever it is they're talking, it must be important. I can't be selfish. (But still, I believe the world does revolve around me. Lol!). And slowly Evil has lost its grip on me.

It was time to leave. I gave Daddy a hug and told him to take care. Then Enang said her goodbye and gave him a hug. For a split second, I felt jealous again. "That's MY daddy you're hugging." And just to prove that I am indeed Daddy's girl, I gave him a second hug. I felt a sense of triumph, but at the same time I feel embarassed to even have such resentment towards my cousin.

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