Hmm.

Every year, I wonder how does it feel like to celebrate father's day.

I wonder if I've ever walked pass him on the streets, or sat beside him on the public transport.

I wonder if anything would have changed if he knew that I existed.

Questions without answers.

What I do know is, I wouldn't be as emotionally independent or mentally strong as I am now had I not gone through the taunts, the raised eyebrows, and the questions by the insignificant busybodies while growing up.