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Some old guy who can't speak proper English just called me at home. He said that my dad isn't feeling and looking too good and that I should fetch him from the place (some building along River Valley Road). So I called my mom who's at work and told her about the call I just received. She's on her way there now. Well, my dad is diabetic. He faints and becomes unconscious quite often. It has something to do with his erratic insulin crap and low blood count yada yada yada. I should and wanna pity him but I don't. I am angry at him and I hate him for making Mom go through so much trouble and despair whenever he faints and has to be admitted to hospital. My Mom sacrifices alot for him and it hurts and breaks me apart to see her worried and tired. She works and in fact, she's the only working person in my family of four. Dad doesn't work and hasn't been working since he was retrenched like 6-7 years ago. Why does he faint? It's because he doesn't eat breakfast after he jabs himself with some insulin thingy. Therefore, his sugar level plunges and he faints. In other words, he is stupid and stubborn. This has happened a gazillion times. My mom and the doctors always remind him to eat before jabbing. But no. He refuses to listen and his stupid selfish inconsiderate behaviour has proved to be detrimental to his health. I wish he'd die. Everyday everynight I wish that he'd die and leave my family alone. Leave us in peace. I hate you Dad. I do. I know this makes me a horrible and bad daughter, but you've lost all respect I have for you. I used to be Daddy's girl when I was younger. You used to be my favourite parent. But now, I feel that I only have one parent - and that is Mom. She's always there for me unlike you. I hate it when you raise your voice at her whenever she reminds to take your medication. I hate it when you tell her off for advising you not to smoke. Yet whenever you complain of breathing difficulties, you call for her. She treats you like a king. She serves you dinner. She massages your temple whenever you complain of a headache. She makes you an iced drink whenever you grumble about the hot humid Singapore weather. I don't understand how she can love you so much. My Mom's an angel. And you - you are nothing to me.
Goodbye, Daddy. Take care.
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