I was a bad daughter. whenever he calld me, I shoot him "I'm very busy! call me later!!"
I'd never given him a warm hug and a warm word. I was very rude.
I've seldom talk with a=with  father. I don't have much to know about my father.=I don't know much about my father.
The fact makes me so sad.
My daddy's favorite music is "Home, sweet, home" composed by Bishop.
I sometimes listen to this music during reminding my father.
I want to believe that human sprit exist. otherwise that, dead's death will be so futile too sadly.

I'm so sorry about my father.
On the apologetic mind for daddy, I'll live as a good person who proud of dad.
I'll live happily ever after to feel safe with my dad.