It was a usual evening in my home. Although the time hardly could be called a night yet, the sounds of the insects could be heard around the house. No more sounds of busses or cars, just some of them along with the sounds of motorcycles every now and then from the road.
I sat in my dining room, absent-mindedly opening the two pages of newspaper, which was discarded on one of the chairs. That was when I found a letter from a reader on one page, it was about father. It really reminded me of my own father. How he had struggled for the family. Then without warning my tears fell down my cheeks. I brushed it off with my fingers in hurry. My mother was eating right in front of me at the time. Now, I am not a person who easily cries. It surprised me to see how easy a simple writing could touch one heart if you write with tender feelings too.
I miss my father. So much sometimes it hurts. I haven’t had the chance to give him anything. When almost everyone says how much they love their mothers, there are rarely someone says something about their fathers. If you read this, dad, I want you to know that I love you. As much as I love my mother.
I’m sorry for wasting so much of your money, even though I know you never mind that. I’m sorry I’m often angry because I thought what you gave me was not enough. I’m sorry when I couldn’t be what you wanted me to be. I’m sorry for everytime I couldn’t make you proud. I’m sorry I couldn’t even say how much you mean to me.
Yet…
I’m grateful you ARE my father. No other. No one can replace you in my heart. Because you are irreplaceable.
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