I miss my dad... I miss him. I wish he didn't pass away that night. I wish he was still here with me. It's been 12 years... but I still can't lay off the continous storm of what if's that could've prevented that accident. What if his friend didn't call him out to meet that day? What if my dad refused to go? What if he went out just a minute later or sooner than he did? What if his car didn't come across the one that hit it? I keep asking this all... but there's no use. It's just me being stuck in past. No matter how much I try to answer these questions, I won't ever be able to see him again... I feel so sorry that the last time I talked to him over the phone that night, I threw tantrum over a freaking game... I hate myself so much. Why did I do that? Why...? I'm so sorry, dad... I'm so sorry. I was a terrible daughter. If only I knew I'd never see him again... If only I could've stopped him... It hurts so much. I miss you, dad. I miss you. I miss you. Why did you leave me when I was only six? Why couldn't you be here to see me grow up? I keep feeling apart ever since you left me... My life is in ruins. If only you were here... If only.