I don't like it.
I don't like meeting him with them sometimes.
I feel neglected.
Mummy asks me not to pin too much hope on him.
It've been around 3 months since I last saw him.
Why appear and make my life so miserable?
Even though I used to complain that I'm different from most of them,
but I lived happily throughout the years without your presence.

The feeling within is too complicated.
It's so difficult to describe.
Not even a birthday wishing from him yesterday.
How disappointed.