My brother sent me a text message tonight, saying that he and my mother finally have their airtickets to come to Sydney for the wedding. My heart weighed heavy, I was hoping my dad would come too.

The airtickets from KUL-SYD now are about RM3000 (USD$948). That's about a month's salary for a lot of middle-income group earners in Malaysia. And if three of my family members were to come, that was just too much to spend. I knew that news was coming.

I'm tossing and turning in bed. And in tears. Suddenly, everything else that I want to have in my wedding doesn't matter. I don't even want to spend on decorations or flowers. I don't want anything else. I just want my dad to walk me down the aisle during the church ceremony, to "give me away"...

Many girls dream about having big lavish pretty weddings, I don't want any of that. I grew up knowing my mother's father had passed away before she got married. Like me, she was close to her father too. I never spoke to her about it, but deep down, I think I know what she would've felt.

Now, my dad is here. And I've always dreamed he would be there for me. But he can't. The wedding suddenly doesn't mean anything to me if I can't have my whole family there. I don't want my dad left behind. I wish I could do something...