Dad, thanks for always encourage me to explore the earth as far as my feet can go through.
Thanks for opening up my mind and make me slightly think about how vast our world actually is.
Thanks for every single dream I've made true from the tiniest thing as me admiring skyscraper for the first time (or read: me being kampungan) to me wondering about how amazing Allah creates a creature as complex—by its emotion, behaviour, and thought—as us, human.
Thanks for each of brand new story you've told me about anything you read and watch online that makes me feel like you brought me to any unreachable location in some weird nation even if we actually are just under our small, dusty, dark house.
Thanks for giving me the most straightforward, mean advice that sometimes (I hate to admit it) give me the biggest picture, wider realization, eventhough most of the time, I think you don't have to be that tough to your own DNA-inheritance (in this case: my own poor cute little self)
Thanks for redefining my own perception about success, about life (it's too cliché, I know), about love, and about almost every common abstract concept that I finally found to be more interesting.
Thanks for introducing me to history, a subject that later I found out to be the most interesting thing in the universe [PERIOD]
Thanks for arranging my life to be like a rollercoaster in the first place. Forcing me to adapt to new friend circle, having a cultural shock every 3 years or so(?) and giving an early understanding about 'moving on'(?) Idk.
Just basically, thanks for everything. Please stay healthy so I could make you proud.
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