had been dreaming these few days.
dreaming is a tiring job. your brain is still working.
I dreamt about my dad. Open the door. saw him standing in front.
"Dad, i thought you...?"
My mum and sisters were all so normal.
as if nothing happen.
so i thought really nothing had happen.
As usual, we chat. we had fun.
But that didnt last long.
then i woke up. oh it was a dream.
still i went into another dream again.
this time, my ded is not around.
i woke up again. wah.
very tiring ah. two dreams at one go.