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Abbu,
Why do you freaking care so much? I'm gonna screw-up and that's universal.Please don't give me the right to upset you.I know you're so upset because of me, why does it have to be that way? Don't be sad, ever.You have accomplished fair enough.Your parents are definitely proud of you.Now let me be the reason of your pride...You know what the problem is? You want something from me, that's not really "me". I'm no hard-worker,I am a lazy dumb-ass.But you worry too much.I'll get back on my feet.It will take time.So mean-time you enjoy the life of yours.You deserve that.
 source: my diary,8th May.[shorter version]

Looks like I'm teaching my father how the parenting thing works.I was sorta mad at my dad for being so upset over me and my studies and whatever.But let me tell you this, My father he's a complete sweetheart.And he treats me like a 3 year old. It doesn't bother me a bit. To me, that's affection. And I won't trade anything in the world for his affection. He is my everything.I can't imagine a day without him, it gives me tears right away.I just want him to be happy and healthy and be with us for the rest of our lives.May Allah grant him a long, prosperous and healthy life.And also the patience to tolerate me...(I can really be a pain in the ass sometimes)

I love you Abbu.I love you more than anything.You are such a blessing to me.You are more than a hero, superman or Iron man whatever they call.I love you to the moon and back,to infinity and beyond forever and ever. I'm not just saying it because how cute it sounds. I mean it. I love you.I really do.And that's something that never gonna change.

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