Daddy's sonny gal

....is what i am. Been really busy filling up my brother's shoes at home while he's away at work and its strenuous! Besides watching WC with my dada every night, i flex my muscles for my dad's supposedly engineered blueprint for a new floor and stairs in hrahsel bhavan lol. Bro's getting a bigger bed...so..
.the house needs to be bigger now. Besides, everyone's been adding kilos to our already bloated figures so the house is under a lot of pressure. Even the mice've moved out in search of better spacious homes, probably feeling the pressure too and i rest my case here. i'd done a little bit of carpentry work, mending broken furnitures and applying new paints here and there and sure to say, now i feel like i can handle the world(oops!male ego interfering here). Plus, a constant debate with the "mistiries" help to better my hindi in a broken, pidgin way: "level thik nai he", "thora niche karo" "yesa mat karo" "yesa maro" "ap kaisa laigaiga" etc. etc. At least im a little advanced than my mom who's still stuck at "kare karo"(???). My daily routine starts with a review of the previous day's work with dad (i have to give up my precious morning-cum-midnight sleep as well), then comes the calculating and measuring and adding and subtracting and a little bit of arguing in between when our points differ. After dad leaves for office, the house becomes our domain where mom and i steer the workers according to our rules, totally oblivious of dad's instructions...a small way of rebelling for us womenfolk. Of course, at the end of the day, its always the assiduous innocent workers who suffer. The stairs have been deconstructed and reconstructed a number of times and poor Pu Muana, our "Lung Mistiri", has to redo the works but in our benefits, he's not a mourner. A "whew" for us. As the construction work is nearing the deadline, dad's been bugging me more than usual and from tonight, I've resolved to punish him by denying him his cheering partner...hmmm...he's probably wondering why ive shut myself up in my room and pretty soon, he's gonna come knocking at my door/send me a message thru the phone asking "Wat's up?" heheh i'm devilish, i know, but sometimes i just cant help it. Ive always been daddy's little gal, ive been pampered. But, but, ahem..not spoiled and when i think of all the shots he gives just to keep up with my life and interests eg,he'd instantly pick up my lines or slangs i commonly used like "tru trung, how u diiiid?, sutrung ut, khituar,etc." or replicate my weird facial expressions or learn all about the current trends of my generation, I know he'll never be a phony dad. Even mom, who's my "bestest" friend (at home) btw, is surprised by how much he knows about us. These extra efforts he puts in make me feel special and sometimes this pang of guilt would hit me when i realize ive given so little in return.So, in a way, my contribution to the renovation work is my way of saying thanks and when its done out of sincere gratitude, its no tough job at all. Speaking of thank yous, i think ill watch the game with him tonight, how else can i repay him other than keeping him company when he needs his substitute son??