It was a day before Christmas eve in 2010 dad came back
Full of life and vigor
He brought home food and ice cream
We dined together that evening
My father, mother, sister and two brothers.
There was almost silence as we ate
only the squeaking sound of cutleries danced in the air, the moment ended as father broke the silence and asked
“Flora what do you want to become when your grow up ?”
An architect dad, I love real estate I’d love to design and draw plans for houses.
he asked my siblings too and they told him their unique ambitions.
He left the dining table, saying he’s tired from work and needed to rest
I’m sobbing as I write this piece,
because that was the last time I saw dad alive, that was the last time I spoke with him not up until now
7 years has pass but I still communicate with him
I still have a doubt that he’s very much alive and just needed space by relocating
Sometimes I wait that he’ll come back home.
I wish I could hear the sound of his car
So I could run up to him as usual and welcome him
But at the end of the day
I am certain he’s not coming back
He is in another world for goodness sake
But I still feel him around every time.
7 years has passed and he’s closest to me and my heart , we see everyday and talk about almost anything
Not in real life but in a picture of paper, a photograph