It's been a year I haven't seen you to know how old you've become...
I haven't seen your hair, your mustaches and your skin to know how dry, wrinkled and how grey your hair has turned.

dada, when I was a small kid...
you got me toys from abroad, chocolates and marshmallows.....
those colourful jelly bears for I used to always fight with my sister and my favourite chocolate that I never shared with anyother ....

you took me on rides on your very old bike...
hugging you from behind, I could see the birds fly....
you showed me rows of sunflowers and beautiful scenarios...
you got me cutlets to eat and an ice-cream to lick on a very late long drive...

you loved me more than my own sister
even if you granted me a note of thousand you advised me not to show it to mom and sister....
just because I'm your favourite daughter...

dad! I'm pleased with your overwelming love...
I wish I could be your same daughter as I was in past...
these temporary satisfaction of my friends and being a teenager has taken me apart...
I wish I could be with you just as I was in past...

when you'll come back..
when I'll hear your voice and rush to your arms?
will you come at morning and kiss me on my right cheek?
will you greet me good morning and give me gifts I've asked you to bring?

I'm your greedy daughter who wants you only for my needs...
I was never like this before, what has changed my behaviour towards you dad!
I know my rudeness irritates and hurts you too often...
please explain me the life with your love surely one day again!

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