When I was two months old, My father left me he already past away and I never saw him in my whole life. My grandfather is the one who stands as my father he gives my needs and the responsibilities of a father that my father cant do anymore.
But when I was in elementary I have a lot of questions that came up in my mind .." that why is it my father is different he is an old nog just like my classmates, while neighbours and friends had a young father?
I ask my mother if where is my real father? And my mother told me the whole story, that my father has died on an accident but I was always thinking and I always asking my mother again and again ..and it comes in my mind that what if she lied at me.? What if she didn't tell me the truth? And then I also ask my grandfather, neighbours, relatives and sad to say they are the same answer.
Both of them has the same answer to me, but the questions in my mind had stopped when my mom brings me to the cemetery, she said this is your father, and my eyes begin to tears, my world stop at that moment but behind that I'm still happy even though he is gone but I always imagine what if he is alive now I think maybe I feel complete and happy. Just like what my classmates and friends .. they are having a happy and complete family but I accepted the reality that theirs no permanent in this world and life must go on even a special someone in your life will never back anymore..😢
How I wish he saw his daughter who grows smart and brave!!!!