My memories of Him
My Memories of Him
For sure, it still ringing in my head.
I can not possibly forget the person who has taught me so many things in life.
I lived with him from the first day I came to this earth.
'Til finally the choice of life separated us.
I chose a school away from home since grade 4, and I often came back home and met him during the school holidays.
However, after long years we live separately since his choice and my choice is different, we are truly separated by destiny.
He chose not to be with us anymore, and I chose mom.
We left each other a couple years ago.
Idk why.
In recent months, I often think of him.
Either because I've tried to get back to that place, or because something has happened to my family lately.
I remember a few little things about him and some parts of my conversation with him years ago, most of which were his answers to my little questions.
I sometimes do something similar to him, so it restores my memories of him.
Like, I often find it hard to get out of bed and sit idly to collect my life when I wake up, what I thought was his face at the time, he always did that.
I used to watch TV on a Sunday morning, like all the other 90s. And at that time, I always breathe fragrant air after he took a bath mixed with the aroma of mother's cooking.
Really, it still ringing in my head or even in my heart.
As I eat with spoons and forks, the last time I used it was like the way he did, again, I remember, he always eating while sitting on the dining table with spoons and forks.
With his favorite yellow sauce dish.
Obviously father, your daughter's missing you.
Maybe dad too, I wish.
Thanks, dad for your prayers for me so far.
I believe you did.
Jazakallahu Khair.
For sure, it still ringing in my head.
I can not possibly forget the person who has taught me so many things in life.
I lived with him from the first day I came to this earth.
'Til finally the choice of life separated us.
I chose a school away from home since grade 4, and I often came back home and met him during the school holidays.
However, after long years we live separately since his choice and my choice is different, we are truly separated by destiny.
He chose not to be with us anymore, and I chose mom.
We left each other a couple years ago.
Idk why.
In recent months, I often think of him.
Either because I've tried to get back to that place, or because something has happened to my family lately.
I remember a few little things about him and some parts of my conversation with him years ago, most of which were his answers to my little questions.
I sometimes do something similar to him, so it restores my memories of him.
Like, I often find it hard to get out of bed and sit idly to collect my life when I wake up, what I thought was his face at the time, he always did that.
I used to watch TV on a Sunday morning, like all the other 90s. And at that time, I always breathe fragrant air after he took a bath mixed with the aroma of mother's cooking.
Really, it still ringing in my head or even in my heart.
As I eat with spoons and forks, the last time I used it was like the way he did, again, I remember, he always eating while sitting on the dining table with spoons and forks.
With his favorite yellow sauce dish.
Obviously father, your daughter's missing you.
Maybe dad too, I wish.
Thanks, dad for your prayers for me so far.
I believe you did.
Jazakallahu Khair.
