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Mom reminded me last week – “Next Monday is your dad’s birthday. You better call him and wish him.”

Which means, today.

I have yet to call him. I’m waiting to go home and let hubby wish him first and then he pass the phone to me.

I’m actually cracking my head now on how to start the conversation. Should I say;

a) “Eh d, happy birthday. How are you?”

b) “Happy birthday d. What are you doing now? Taken your dinner?”

c) “D, happy  birthday! How are you doing? Why so long never call us?”

I seriously hate all these akward conversations. It’s not like I have been talking to him all these years. Come to think about it, it has been 14 years since he stepped out from the house. I don’t even know how old is he.

The reason why he suddenly “appeared” back into our lives was because of our wedding. Or else, we still wouldn’t be talking to each other till this very day.

Have I forgiven my dad yet? Yes, but not entirely. Would I be able to forget? No. Not till the day I die.

I better call sis and ask her has she called my dad yet.

Sigh.