What A Shocker.

As i sat down at the pc, my mum passed me a small box, “Nah, Daddy bought this for you.”
My dad has been traveling alot lately – France, London, Japan – in the past month. I usually try to squeeze myself into his plans but it’s not worked so far.
Eyes-a-gleaming, i thought it was jewelry or something similar.

“What is it?” i asked, it didn’t look like it held jewelry…
“I think he’s trying to tell you to pray. It’s a rosary,” my mum said flatly.

“A rosary!? Daddy bought me a rosary?!“

This is the man whose religion is golf when the rest of us went for church on Sundays.
Now only my mother goes :p

I can imagine my mum buying me a rosary… but i think she’s realised that a hundred rosaries cannot help me already.

I stared at it… still in shock that my dad bought me a rosary.
“Are you SURE he said this is for me?”
“Yes -_- He said he bought two and give the other one to Joyce -_- “
“But… why would he buy me rosary when he knows i don’t really go to church anymore…”
“I don’t know. And you never know. Maybe… one day in your life when you feel the need to pray, you will use it.”
“Okay, yeah.”

Now i just have to think of a safe place to keep it in the black hole that is known as my room where it will not get lost.

I have a nice long post to write about. But i’ve not been a totally happy fairy so i’m going to get sugar and cake with pug and TL now.

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