Something about My Father... part 1
Can you tell about your father? When a question like this appears, 90% of them will say more than 1000 words, but another 10% will think again including me. What to story, did i have any memories with him? No! that is my answer. I have nothing to store into my mind, during this 30 years time. Even the word 'ayah' (father) is so rare and very unfamiliar to my tongue. Honestly, just a few times i used the word, only when somebody asked about him. My family members is not complete as many of you. I have been raised by 'atok' (grandfather) almost of my life and he is the only man that from him i learned to be a man. This is the reality and this is my fate. Do i regret? No, i am not. Do i miss him? Yes, sometimes but something that i want to know is what he wanted me to be. One day i will meet him and i belief there will be in this life or afterlife. My father was born in 12 August 1955 at Kampung Kubang Halban, Kuala Kangsar, Perak. He attended school in the Clifford Sch