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You are my first love myfamily, my nakama, ma famille.
You, with your dark hair and tired eyes, and your smile
Once, I begged you to 'have a mustache, Daddy! Now I love the way you look, just as you are.

You come to wake me up in the mornings and I throw pillows, shriek, fake sleep. Underneath it all, I'm glad you're still coming even though I should just get an alarm clock, I should just wake up earlier, I should just go to bed earlier.

Sometimes you smile at me with this old smile, as if you're remembering something far away. Your own childhood, perhaps? There's a look in those eyes of yours that are brown with flecks of green and gold, one that makes me blush and fidget and beam because it says 'You're my daughter and I'm proud'.

Sometimes your shoulders stoop with the weight of our family. You bring in the cash, and I respect you for that. For not complaining. For not lashing out. For not getting mad at us. Instead, you fall asleep during the movies we watch. You take walks with us. You cook for us.

Little by little, you pass parts of yourself onto us.I love drawing, Bimo enjoys organizing something, Uri loves sports.We cook together, play together, hang out together.

I don't mind.You're my first love,my dad, and you're a good dad too..
You hold my hand when I feel sick, listen but don't judge. Raspberry me when I wish wish wish you wouldn't, laugh at and with me because choosing one is too hard. You tell bad jokes and make worse puns, like to work with wood, take your stress away by cooking and sleep on the couch too much. Sometimes you're completely oblivious, other times you choose to look the other way and I appreciate that.


You, my dad, are more than just that. You are my first love.
And I love you, for the reasons above and more:")
Waktu aku kecil
Dunia adalah kubus empat belas inci
Yang menayangkan gambar warna-warni
Penuh imajinasi
Waktu aku kecil
Dunia adalah permen loli warna pelangi
Merah jingga kuning hijau biru nila ungu menari
Rasanya manis seperti senyum mentari
Waktu aku kecil
Dunia adalah bulir-bulir air hujan
Yang jatuh mengaliri selokan
Disambut riang tawa kawan-kawan
Waktu aku kecil
Dunia adalah daun-daun kering
Tertiup angin ketika fajar menyingsing
Lalu berputar seperti gasing
Waktu aku kecil
Apalah arti politik dan ekonomi
Tak mengerti sengketa dan perang sana-sini
Yang aku mau boneka Barbie!
Sekarang..
Waktu dan Aku sudah tidak kecil lagi
Waktu tambah berisi
Aku bertambah tinggi
Harus lalui gejolak emosi
Tak bisa bicara seenak hati
Harus menyadari
Banyak tanggung jawab masih menanti
Waktu..
maukah berputar bersamaku?
Biarkan angin bertiup
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