People say you don’t know what you have till its gone. Well, I knew what I had, a loving, humble and selfless dad. But he is still gone. I remembered when I spoke to him on the phone, even during his healthy years, I was holding my tears, knowing that time with him was limited. Now, the years after he was gone were and are still painful, no time is ever enough. He used to make trips to Belait market, just to buy headless pusu for my mom. I was a teenager but yet I gladly joined him. Back then, the drive felt like hours, we didn’t speak much in the car, but I enjoyed every second. I missed my dad…