mom and dad came to visit me two days before ramadhan, and the 1st day of ramadhan was my birthday. of course they gave me the strength and happiness, after a very long time i hadn't seen them. it was a great birthday present for me. every single night they were here, mom and i had heart-to-heart conversation about almost everything, things that we hadn't had an opportunity to talk before this. i knew dad would leave us soon to qatar to work, so that i spent most of my time with my parents. unfortunately, a day before he left i fell sick so badly. they took care of me so intensely whom nobody but them would do it for me. i still remember, 15 August 2010, 04:30 p.m, the day my dad walked into my room to say good bye, i was lying on my bed, it was the hardest moment in my life, to see him smiling at me and whisper 'get well as soon as possible, my dear'. i tried so hard not to burst into tears, i'd never been so apart from him, not this far! i wished i could accompany him to the airport, at least, but i was so sick and couldn't do anything. the next day, my mom returned back to aceh, leaving me alone again :(

i miss you, papa mama