Daddy

I miss my dad... No...no... this is not a sad piece where i will lament how i loss him and how painful it is not having him around. I'm not missing him in the sad teary way. I'm missing him in a grateful way. U know, because i've had a bundle of good memories. The story was, i tried to fix up my toilet yesterday put in some sealant to fill in the gaps and all. It was a miserable job, and on a split second i had thought about calling my dad, because that was wat i always did. Whenever i need to fix things around the house, i'd always ended up calling him and he always knew what to do. How to fix leaking tap, how to install new phone line, how to add extra light fixture. My ever handy dad, who never fails to fix things but always fails to train his hopelessly clumsy children. Please send miracle and fix my toilet daddy, and my air con while u're at it.