She made me sad

She finally did that to make me sad.

I knew she looked happy when she saw me back home in the evening. But I didn’t realize that she was missing me all day long.
She came to me, hugged me, kissed me (more like sniffed me), wanted me to carry her and hinted me to bring her out (at least to downstairs).
She wouldn’t have her dinner unless I danced (don’t ask me more on this).

She still can’t call me daddy but her eyes call my name and I can always hear it from my eyes.

Today, she cried when she saw me leaving the house to my office in the morning. That sound, loud and sweet, held me back from stepping away from her. Her favourite person, her mom, had to pull her back so that I could leave her for 9 hours.
What an amazing bond that we have made in the past 11 months. Already extremely strong.

I wish I could bring her to my office and put her on my greedy desk (office desk) so that I wouldn’t miss anything (new things) that she does every day.

For the meantime, you hang on there, my girl.
Daddy is trying his best to spend more time with you or at least to give you all the best that you deserve.
And don’t cry, please…..