I lost my dad when I was 5, I'm almost 16 now, but I now, I cherish every bit more. I'd always see my friends, yelling, arguing back at their parents. Their fathers giving them long lectures when they come home late, or from a party. It's not because they don't love you, it's because they do. When I lost my father, I lost that sense of love. I always, and still do, envy my cousins, whose father yells at them, sometimes even on a daily basis. I want my father back, even if he's just there to yell at me, I'll sit there, teary eyed, and cherishing that moment. Some of you, might think I'm plain crazy, why would I want someone yelling at me, to s