Daddy saved the day

Daddy saved his little princess today. Haha... From her silly light. The stupid starter (that's what daddy calls it) spoilt today. Princess thought she would have to call in the electrician. And how on earth is she going to do her work and study for exam! Was feeling pissed over dinner. And daddy said that saving line without skipping a beat when he realised what happened "that's an easy 2 mins job." Thank God manz... Wahaha... I seriously thought I can't do anything tonight. But here I am blogging and doing my work, all thanks to my darling daddy.

As I watch him change the starter, I suddenly felt like a little gal all over again. So protected, with daddy always there when I needed him. I think that as I grow up, I was gradually pulled away from being that little gal. How I miss this feeling, just calling out to daddy and walking behind him as he brave that unknown terrority for me. I know I am (strongly or not, i dunno)independent. Maybe that's why I subconsciously refuses to be protected? Though I would love to juz fall into a protecting arms of warmth.