Today is papa's death anniversary. As I write this post, tears suddenly start rolling down my cheeks. I don't know why is it that I am suddenly so emotional when I have not been really affected by his passing over the past one year. Yesterday, I reflected on how little children would love papa. He was not a man who would play with toddlers and run with them. All he ever did was to just carry them in his arms and take them for a walk. I remembered how well he loved Gillian his eldest grandchild and suddenly I felt sad that Gregory never had the chance to experience the love my father could have given him. I wish my father was still alive and able like how it was when I entered university. Suddenly, I miss him.