I used to be your princess dad,
You used to hold my hand everytime you send me to school. Life is really hard, you worked a lot just to pay our bills, you sent me to an expensive school when I was seven. You always know that I am afraid to cross the road, you always hold my hand when traffic lights turns to red, mom died because of an accident. A drunk man on his car beats the red light while mom is crossing the pedestrian, I was traumatized to traffic lights ever since I was five. You never fail to send me to school everyday even though you are working in a construction site. You always tell me everytime we cross the pedestrian "you are brave, you are strong, i love you my precious one" you always look at me in my eyes while crossing. I was highschool, I already know how to cross the road but you still send me to school, I was just so quiet while we walk. You hold my hand when the light turns red...

"Dad, I'm already big"

I get my hand back as I saw some group of coolkids passing by and left you staring at me.


"Liannneee! wait for me here by 4:30 okay!?"

you shouted.


At that time when... I was waiting for you outside the school, a famous model come to school she encourages me to be her scholar, she was amazed of my beauty and wanted to be a famous model like her. 5pm you never came, a police woman was looking for me.

"Liane Hill?"

"Yes, officer?"

"Please come with me"


I was so devastated and pained seeing you in an emergency room fighting for your life, you got a serious disease for being so abusive to yourself and not taking rest. I stared at you at the glass window.


"i..im sor.. sorry dad, wake.. up p-lss.."


Whispers to myself.



You left me, you left me just like what mom did...




5 yrs later I became a famous model, I have everything that I wanted. I decided to forget you and mom since all you do is leave me...




after 8yrs in industry, I became so depressed, I was issued, and harass by a group of boys while I was so wasted at a club, they post it on social media, "Lianne and 8 boys in a VIP room"



I was in my office drowning in smoke and alcohol, I was facing the glass window lying on the floor, crying so hard.


"Dad-ddyy.. i need.. you. pls-ss.."

I cried so hard until i fall asleep.
In my dream I saw you dad, holding my hand.... staring at my eye, wiping my tears..


"My lianne, i miss you my love. I am here to hold you okay? Remember... you are brave, you are strong, i love you my precious one.... daddy is here"



It wakes me up, i felt so warm,


I miss you dad, I hugged my knee, looking down at the streetlights, my tear drops...

And the traffic light turns red.
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