Batiriday is my special petname . A petname that only one person uses in calling me, my beloved father. And I truly adore him for exerting an effort in giving us petnames. That’s how sweet Papa was. “Batiriday” is for me and “Batiriti” for my only brother. And it’s really music to my ears everytime Papa calls me that because I truly feel his unconditional love and care.
And almost 8 years ago, I’m deprived of hearing him call me that sweet endearment, as the Papa joined the Angels and Saints in heavens in glorifiying Our Creator. Papa passed away in 2001 and no one has ever call me “batiriday” anymore. Even if a time comes that someone would call me that petname, but I know that it will never be as sweet as the way Papa utters it. My brother call me “batiriday” at times, especially when we are in our “childish” modes, but still it’s totally different from Papa’s way of saying it. Only Papa can ever say it to me with the big impact. He alone and no one else.
Papa is the very person from whom I get most of my traits and physical attributes. People even said that I’m the “carbon copy” or the “female version” of my father. And that the only thing I inherited from Mama is my gender,:) Nahh, not true at all. I also inherited a lot of things from Mama, but true enough, I inherited soo much from Papa, soo much more from what I got from Mama.
And there’s only one setting that I continue hearing Papa calls me “batiriday” and that’s in my dreams. And that explains why I love sleeping. 
