Yesterday, just like the usual day to start the activity, I got a call from my mother. There isn’t anything special in our discussion, it’s just how’s my life and my younger brothers and sister going on here and how’s my parents life going on there.
We’ve been separated since I continue my study in 2006. It’s been some years but still, I can’t really get over the fact that we should be separated. You’ll understand what I’m talking about right now if you have to be away from your parents for a long time too. Although I can still see them twice a year but still, the fact that my longing to be there, close to my parents never ever been decreased since then. Unfortunately I need to stay here for my future, that’s why.. Talking to my mother over the phone has always been nice, although we often cry and laugh together over something.. She’s really my best-est friend in this world. Ever since I get some maturity development inside my brain, my mother starts talking about her own issues and also my father’s difficulties in life. At those time, you can’t imagine how happy I am to be able to hear some issues going on from her directly, but at the same time I feel many regrets. How come I am unable to detect those awful things for these times? How come I don’t even do anything to my parents issues in life? How come I can be happy at those times? When I don’t even know what’s going on with my parents…
My father, although I don’t often come to him when having some difficulties, he always stand quietly beside me, look after me, and when he feels like I can’t go further, he’ll always tells me some good advises without me knowing that my father has always been looked after me. How silly I am~
My father, has always been my hero. He’ll always be my everlasting hero until I die. I learn almost everything about life from him. How can life can be so simple when we want it simple, how should life be spent in meaningful way, how to stand still in the middle of heavy storm, etc. My father, I always want my soulmate to have similar personalities as him. I don’t really need to say anything, I’ll suddenly cry when remembering how much he loves me, cherishes me, protects me. Seeing his back from far behind him, I can only see how tired my father must be to provide us along his life.. My father, how I wish I can make him proud.
My father, I know that I don’t say it much but, I love you ❤
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