The day my father left.
It has been 9 nine years. It is not a short time. For sure, I have passed all the stages of grief. However, these past few days, I miss him so much. I do not have many photos with/ of him during my teenager years. I only have some photos of him when I was a little kid, when everything was fine. I am a bit afraid, that the memories of him will fade. My heart tries its best to hold onto those memories.
How I wish that I could talk to him again. It has been 9 years, Pa.
How do you do?
Do you still remember us?
If we see each other again, will you be proud of me?
I've grown a lot.
I always miss our late night ride.
There was a time I was hungry at late night. I called him and he brought me on a ride on his motorcycle to buy fried rice at a stall. As a kid, I was very happy and I enjoyed that ride. The night wind was cool, blowing all my hair. I hugged my father tightly. We bought the fried rice and we enjoyed it together with my family. That fried rice was the best fried rice I have ever had. It was warm and it tasted very good. No matter how many times I went to that stall to buy the fried rice. It never tastes the same anymore and I stop going there. That stall is located at the heart of the city. I often pass and saw it. This memory will always come whenever I see that stall. This is a beautiful memory I will always cherish in my heart.
Dear Pa, if we meet again one day, what do you think will be our first topic?
I hope one day we'll meet again and laugh together like the good old days.
I will get over this week. I will be back to my usual self soon.
There will be days like this again when I miss you more than usual.
However, you know, you are always in my heart.
With love,
Fera
