#six-two-nine
I went to visit my father at the niche in the church today. It always comforts me to sit on the clumsy foldable ladder and stare at the photograph of him smiling. Guess I needed that sense of comfort. I need a hug badly :( I can still remember very clearly the day my dad left us. It looked exactly like a scene in a hospital out of some tv drama series. The family stands outside the ICU while watching the doctors scurry around, trying to save the patient's lives. They do everything they can think of, just so they can tell us that they've done everything they could. I remember freezing up when the doctor stepped out and told my mum what happened. That's the moment when you feel the regret; that you never bothered appreciating the person for anything while he was still around. All the times you wished he would just disappear and stop bothering you. All the times you wish he didn't exist, because he treated you unfairly - yes Clare you little bitch you thought it was unfair back then. Tsk. And then that's when you start to mature I guess. I miss my father. I wonder if my life would have turned out this way if he had never left. Would I have changed into this person I am today or would I have become someone else.
Oh well no point regretting.
Oh well no point regretting.