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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Life without Father


I never miss a bedtime story when my father was alive. After his death nobody is here to hear my screams. I still wait for the day my father come back to me. I still remember the laughs & cries we shared together. You died too young, too fast without thinking of us. I wish you will only be going to a heaven where there’s no pain nor suffering. I remember those days how your arms hold me & give me strength to face the world. Everyday I wish you were here to hold me in your arms. Mom is still fighting against the tears. Mom won't tell me where you went .I sees her cry real late at night, she keeps asking for you.

When ever I fall sick, I use to sit on your lap. I wish I can have those days back the biggest gift of my life was sitting on your lap. I learned riding cycle from you, now I want to learn driving from you. My selfishness wants you to always stay by my side. My heart feels like it's been stabbed with a knife. Without you here I'm just another faceless name

Some time I curse myself, how did I allowed you to go away from life? I still dream that you are trying your best to come out from grave to meet me. But some angles not letting you to go.


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