Ganina nag sakay ko'g Jeep. There's an old man who sat in front of me and is kept on covering his right hand which i think is "disabled". I was just bothered by the way he looked at me 'cause he seemed shy of his condition. I stared at his face, then i suddenly miss my dad. :(
I hate my dad for being so irresponsible. But I can't hide it to myself that sometimes, ma-miss nako siya. Am I too bad for hating my own father? well, i guess for me my reason is valid or shall I say, acceptable. Lord, forgive me for this. I just can't take all the things he had done to us. Poor Jean Therese. tssk!
let me go back to the story. . .
Ganina, I almost cried. Yes! katuluon gyud akong luha everytime i put my eyes into that man. It's not that I feel pity to him but I remember PAPA. Thinking: What if mainadto akong papa? What if something bad will happen to him and mawala na siya? wala pako kaingon sa iyaa ug "i love you, papa". wala pako kaingun ug sorry. wala paku kaingun sa iyaa nga na forgive na nako siya. HAHAii. But how can I say these words to him? He hadn't even stayed home for a couple of months? :O
I said this once to my self, "I won't long for my father, again". But it's hard, it's really hard to wake up in the morning, sleep at night without a father. I'm already used to it though but his "little girl" is longing for him. Longing for a father's love, comfort and protection.
waaaa! di ko kasabot sa akong feeling aii . I hate him but am still waiting for him to come back. But I don't feel like it when he's at home. why oh why? >.<
ano ba talaga? tssk.
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